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A VIRUS CALLED “CORONA”

Suddenly he walked in,

Robbed people of their happiness.

He took away valuable things,

Robbed many of their souls.

Oh! How could you’ve done this?!

You’re uncontrollable and harsh!

Even those in power couldn’t assist,

But to stay safe.


Oh! Creator of universe and souls,

We know you can hear this,

He has come and he has to go.

Console those who lost their love ones,

Deliver those who are in bed.

We’re strong by you,

And we’ll get through this.

Yes! Soon we’ll

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