COVID-19: A Poem
Some say I am the Goddess of Destruction and Infection
Some instead call me a Saint
I record 381 UK deaths on the 31st March
That's, 1,789 till today.
Watch me reek havoc and fear
For I am the Goddess of Destruction and Infection.
I can roam unchecked all around this world
I encourage prejudice and ignorance
There is not a continent I cannot gain entry to
As the Goddess of Pandemic and Destruction.
I am free to roam wild with abandon
To South Korea, India and Italy
I infected the future King of England, Charles
And the government of Boris Johnson.
Chinese in origin but a global ambassador
To prevent my flow you are told
Wash your hands and keep your distance
But disease and death are my insistence.
Fights and blows
Insults and petty crime
And declarations of NHS love
All of these are mine.
I spread my wings in the Caribbean
On cruise ships and golden beaches
Lock-downs and curfews are the result
While the USA gasps for lack of breath.
Dry coughs, heavy chests and fever
Do nothing to stop my ill will
Now everyone is fundraising and clap aloud
for the role of medics and their salvation.
But what is needed are PPE, masks and scrubs
Not applause and wonders of “what next?”
A vaccine is mooted but I am not alarmed
For I have become the Goddess of Destruction.
For now I only strongly advise
the following words of wisdom:
Keep safe, be good but above all - I urge you to be kind
I want the human family to exist
long after my cold demise.