If I should tell gently, gently
how the so called "COVID-19" emerged
tears will roll down our eyes slowly
because it's red inked and more deadly than it appeared
...
Give me the scorn of the stars and a peak defiant;
Wail of the pines and a wind with the shout of a giant;
Night and a trail unknown and a heart reliant.
Give me to live and love in the old, bold fashion;
A soldier's billet at night and a soldier's ration;
A heart that leaps to the fight with a soldier's passion.