Pestilence Decending


I turn on the radio
But it’s not music I hear
But politicians panicking
There’s fear in the air!
It’s the second decade
Of the second millennium
And the world is ending
The horsemen are riding
Pestilence descending!
No more going out
No more shaking hands
Masks are the trending accessory
So society demands.
Social distancing becomes a thing
No more in-person conversations
But rather through a screen
What is the world coming to?
Gyms and restaurants are closed
School has been shut down
What on earth am I supposed to do
As society collapses all around!
Yes, the world is ending
Pestilence descending
As the pandemic go around
No sanity to be found!

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