Witches have to their graves sought this deadly glory;
Sorcerers and night runners naked exhausted in the quest;
Magicians and circus artists in deadly pranks have sought,
And even legends in a lifetime only a pale shadow of yours,
Celebrities do on stilts enjoy, but too often tumble into tombs;
And "from grace to grass" often becomes their epitaphs;
Beauty pageants frown when wrinkles at sunset knock on their doors.
Napoleons, Churchills have done what the Mandelas and Shaka Zulus have;
With hard labour, time, pain and blood
Inscribed their names in the history books.

But you tiny invisible Corona,
In such a short spun of life have wrought such deadly havoc,
And brought the whole world to a bloody halt!
And made a homely abode on everyone's lips.

Now, stop this evil exaggeration Devil's foster son!
Your father was cursed and cast out of heaven,
For this vicious vainly quest.
Real movie stars know when to cut the action,
But yours is utter bloody sadism.
Stop! Or else, there will not be a page enough to contain your evils,
Nor shall survive any historian of repute to record your cruelty!