The vaccines are spreading across the land.
The pace of progress is slow.
A million have received a dose:
three hundred million to go.
The vaccines are spreading across the land.
The pace of progress is slow.
A million have received a dose:
three hundred million to go.
The COVID death rate’s rising.
Numbers climb across the land.
Death is washing over us.
Grim Death’s at every hand.
There’s a cost to this pandemic.
There’s a cost to all this strife.
There’s a cost in human suff’ring.
There’s a cost in human life.
There’s a cost to all the children.
There’s a cost that takes a toll.
There’s a cost that we’re all paying.
It’s the cost to the human soul.
My Brain’s gone crazy.
It just won’t stand still.
It falls down in the Valley.
It swoops over the Hill.
It goes a direction—
then it doubles back.
My Brain has succumbed
to a Virus Attack.
Some one dies every 36 seconds.
Some one is dying now.
Some one dies every 36 seconds, and
I still can’t comprehend how.
Some one dies every 36 seconds.
The Virus is the curse.
Some one dies every 36 seconds. and
they say it’s going to get worse.
You can think of me like Lady Macbeth.
I wash my hands all day.
It’s not a “Damned Spot” I’m after.
I’m washing the Virus away.