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Sweet Corona

written by: Dawn DeBraal


Ah, sweet Corona how lively you dance,
One moment in China, the next you’re in France,
One step ahead; we don’t know the score.
You dance with the rich but also the poor.

Behind closed doors, men cower in fear,
Placate the masses. “There’s no story here.”
The rumor is whispered on everyone’s lips
Is this the end? The apocalypse?

Ah, sweet Corona, you take away breath
The numbers still grow, in counting death.
Life seems so empty it's, such a shame.
Nothing, no nothing, will be the same.

Dawn DeBraal

Dawn DeBraal

NOVEMBER 2019 AUTHOR OF THE MONTH at Spillwords.com
Dawn DeBraal lives in rural Wisconsin with her husband, Red, two dogs, and a cat. She has discovered her love of telling a good story can be written.
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