Pandemic poem

Dear Editor:

The devil plays the covid hand And I can hear him laugh. Don’t think that he can change the land? Ha, you don’t know the half!

Yes it’s true, it’s a bad flu And some people will die. But ain’t it great, exaggerate It’s just a little lie.

Amazing how he takes control An excellent mind shaper. Where are peoples heart and soul As they fight for toilet paper!

All are forced to wear a mask, For him another prize. Making better an old task, Evil and crimes disguise.

It is all for our own good For our protection too. Follow the rules as we should And we can all get through.

Seniors locked up like they are jailed, Jobs and business going under. Though social distancing is hailed World health promise loses thunder.

Limits and fines are all in place Enforcing all the rules. Keep the cover on your face Even on kids in schools.

Freedom is no more today, Covid feels like it’s here to stay. Even Churches send us away! Oh Jesus, save us all I pray.

Agnes Ammerlaan, Kenilworth