Month after month, we await the termination

With no means of retaliation.

Day after day, our brows crease in fright

Of whom will be next to quit the fight.

Numbers increasing, one-two-three                                                                       

Like blood-red berries, sprouting in a tree

Shadows decreasing, three-two-one

Like the blushing death of an immortal sun

In grim households, we all dined

On any brand of toilet paper we could find

Sanitizing sanitizers was the daily routine

Of an existential life during quarantine

Start meeting, record meeting, end meeting

Earth transformed to a masquerade ball

Unveil and then – you would fall.
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Reluctantly we resist the enticing shawl

On sale at the positive store in the mall.

Virtual became the new trend

A blue hyperlink ‘round every bend

In the end we all join the fight

Brothers and sisters in war unite

With logical chaos we do smite,

Quite the ironical sight.

Patience, so brave, banishes the pall

As we stand, distanced, in a global hall

Farewell, Covid Year, fare not well enough to flee!

Before the century’s over, defeated you shall be!