Pandemic Prey

Rising sun with wide morose,
Bright day turns uncanny and horror.
No trace of lives neither a tiny fly,
A bitter seclusion devouring the earth.

Beloved beat off denied touch,
Rage certainly not but eager to survive.
Dark forest plunged adorable mother,
Quite strangers a deceased father.

Bereaved tears steeped the earth,
Doleful deplore here and everywhere.
Needy near to death covetous desire high,
Days be passed deeds merely marked.

Doughty doctors benevolent nurse,
Call not them deceased but martyred.
Painful pandemic snatched millions of lives,
Harrowing history never be died.

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