It has no name, no real name,
Only an assigned designation.
It is a virus that causes respiratory infections,
And it spreads from nation to nation.
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It is known as an infective agent,
A nucleic acid molecule,
Wrapped in a protein coat.
It brings a great litany of symptoms,
That go far beyond a sore throat.
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There is fever, a cough and tiredness,
A loss of taste or smell,
A discolouration of fingers or toes,
With diarrhoea and skin rash as well.
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There are aches and pains and headaches,
Chest pains and difficulty breathing,
And an irritation of the eyes.
Then there’s a loss of speech or mobility,
Confusion, being no surprise.
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It multiplies when invading a cell.
Known only as some bug by most.
But it manages to copy itself,
In the living cells of a host.
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This writer prefers it remain nameless,
As too often our species must hear,
That which has brought such suffering,
Year after terrible year.
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In this nineteenth year of the century,
We know only too well the evil it brings.
Is it too easy to say, that this too shall pass?
As it will…with all other things.
