Questioning

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There once was a virus corona
in Thai, Versailles and Verona.
The CDC asked we go about masked,
but some shouted, "Hell, I'm not gonna."

Insisting these germs were not dire,
these folks said that each doc was a liar,
while daily reports, skipping news and most sports,
showed that death tolls were rising much higher.

The Grim Reaper surely has meant us
to live out this terrible sentence,
but I have to wonder as the world splits asunder
if some gods are not seeking repentance.

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