Are These the Worst of Times?
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1 min readMar 18, 2020
And we cried in our tissues,
before we sneezed
A simple cough,
bodies on fire.
An assassin in our midst,
oh whoa is us.
Afraid to go outside,
hurts to be inside
Affliction of a human kind,
but who will protect us
Absolve us from weakness,
we are human.
All susceptible hosts,
victims unaware.
Armies in white suits,
guardian angels arriving en masse.
Are these the end of days,
or the worst of times?
Not so!
Defenses built up,
our bodies will win.
Patsy Starke 3/16/2020
