Corona Corona!

War is on with a tiny bug,
Dare you shake hands or you hug.
Neither we win standing together,
Nor shall we foresee its bellwether.

China, Italy, now Spain,
Going through such a deep pain,
Wuhan, New York or the Rome,
You must know and stay at home.

Such a war a coward shall win,
A brave shall be in the coffin.
Every mighty and the great are down,
Graveyards are crowded in the town.

Guns, missiles, armies and arm,
You can't fight and stop the harm.
Rich or rags, everyone looks the same,
Corona-Corona is the name!

Turn the pages of human history,
Remained many such ailments in mystery.
Flu and fever were in the past,
Brought chaos but didn't last.

Inquisitive I always am,
If this is the God's plan?
Or there is a theory of secret plot,
To win a game and to kill a lot.

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