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 ...
LADY, in thy proud eyes
There is a weary look,
As if the spirit we know through them
Were daunted with rebuke
To think that the heart of man henceforth
Is read like a read book.
Lady, in thy lifted face
The solitude is sore;
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