THE ‘FUNEBRE’ PARADE OF COVIDE-19 PANDEMIC

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Autumn 2019 was no different than its predecessors,
Snow covered skeletal trees as Venuses in bathrobes
Guarded by the coalition 'White Coat Waste Project.*
The sun, shining like an expectant mother in term,
Stirred her anger with wisdom to perceive COVID-19:
"I MUST be calm to keep my temperature down."
Those latter-year holidays seemed such carefree times
But then on April 12, 2020, Easter Sunday at 9:00 am,
COVID from the land of SARS wandering in our backyard
Even dared knocking to our door that night,
Prowling! Our early Fifty's Apollo Son-in-law HRACHIA!
O LORD Have Mercy on him! He believed in ETERNITY!
While the world still struggling Quarantined no doubt
Certain immoral nations hire mercenaries around,
Shamelessly howl out like hyenas to the world:
"100 years ago we drowned them in the depth of the sea
Armenians, Greeks and their kind, will do it again..."
Oh Heavenly Mother Patroness of the Pandemic,
Wipe the tears beneath the masks of our Youth,
Marching peacefully around the world and STOP!
Azeri and Turkish CARNAGE in our homeland ARTSAKH*!
CORONAVIRUS, offspring of pangolins and civets
Floating on our shores with waves of infected SARS*
Once plunged in the abyss, Ventilators are in charge!
In this timeless period, within a confused WORLD!
HAIL SURRENDERER OF THE CROSS! GRANT US PEACE!

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