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In Covid Shadows (Poetry porfolio, p#1)

Updated: May 29, 2021

I saw Him first in elder homes Behind kind mortal hands A shadow here, a darkness there He touched them without care I saw him passed Trailing in his steps Their tired Their gentle souls

I heard Death then in hospital halls In oxygen hiss, in whispering drips The beautiful and the young I heard them fought with tooth and claw With every breath they draw

I saw him last time on the air On TV, on mobiles everywhere In images of body pits In posts of anti-vaccine fits

He paused mid-spree and grinned with glee "The world was ripe for picking, see? So many old, So many weak, So many worshipping me !!"

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