Diseased hearts

The countless parade

towards mourn 's hail

One over the another

stuffed in numbers

on graveyard's land.

Shrieking in the void

full of hollow entrails,

running hither tither

Diseased with hollow bones.

Those hands with thief's deed

but heart of a mere child

pleading to cure their own needs.

The virus dancing in the mist

Inviting humans to their mysterious

lyrics.

Bed stricken, lost lives

So much tears brimmed in our eyes.

Medicines garnished

with fruits rich in vitamins,

and grains full of lavish;

Served to those with fields

Of coins growing in dehisce.

Oh did you see!

Those crowned with virus are getting their needs.

Not all,

but the concern has leaped

to limit its reach.

Humans are selfish

Selfish enough to design

Every cure to protect this world from corona's sins

where those poor lurking on the streets

licking the bins,

spreading their hands just to calm their bellies.

Oh how sick we are;

Sick enough to not stand up against this filth.