Covid-19

This poem was put together after realising what a terrible year we all have been through with people suddenly dying with little or no warning and leaving behind distressed loved ones.

2020 was a terrible year, with millions dying and living in fear.

A virus was named Covid-19; this wasn’t just a bug; it was deadly and mean.

It started in China and then went from one country to another, killing your mama, papa, sister, and brother.

It took my freedom and your jobs, and it may take your home, separating the family, and being all alone.

We are told to cover our mouths to prevent the spread; if we catch it, we must isolate it in bed.

2022 has been a year I would rather forget with so much pain and sorrow; I wish I could wake up in the morning and the virus had gone tomorrow.