Kenj's cry to naure

May you call it Corona, Covid19 or whatever
Intruder, bodies invades, the Imune detioriates
In China was spotted, through air transmitted
All over the earth, from east to west spread
The sufferings of being infection acknowledged
Isoliation, short of breath, being hospitalized
Due to outbreak, lockdown all over the world
The mind questions the first infected man
A flu he might have thought himself he has
Yet, what fault did he have, the heart plees
He suffered, he might have lost his beloveds
With masks, gloves, fears dressed our lives
Nature with your winds, and fresh breezes
Take this virus away, by the Lord’s grace
With smile; there are so many dirty hands
Ah kenj! Till wash with cordial feelings