March 23, 2020 | Poem
This Is War
This is a war
Our backsides to the wall
This is a fire
Our flesh on a barbed wire
This is a foe
Our health he seeks to ruin
This is a blade
Our generation to akin alive
This is a flood
National capitals to swallow
This is a plague
Our flesh and blood to wreck
A nightmare
Our sweet dreams to isolate
An adversary
World anthem for desolation