The world full of blusters and blunders
Is good enough for the rough and ready,
But no match to the string of coronavirus,
Unleashing the Paleolithic toxic fume
Cobbled together to seep through
The walls of digital world.
The anger tramples vengefully
On cultural warnings
And political threats.
Sneaky viruses with eyes wide open
Look straight ahead
Measure 6 feet,
Ready to jump on anything
For their microscopic world
Of rough and tumble to be grafted onto.
A monstrous war with a captain at helm
With soft knuckles, too blinded to read
The gyrating compass
Surrounded by the cacophony
Of advises of stopgap
As if herding a glitzy shindig.
The afflicted and medias scream S.O.S.
The Year of Coronavirus Outbreak