Remembering Covid19

He wants to start Victory’s band, Stops on seeing discouraging hand: The band’s for a purpose, not fun; At them is still pointed a gun… Somebody is smoking his brand; To ask for the half-smoked not grand. He is their Great Chief’s second son, Already out and above Sun… The gun’s bullets sing “Wait! Wait! Wait!” For a long bolted market gate Against a killer Pandemic Still doubted by some Academic… Not passing today: Decision Or a riot with precision... And it’s, yes, no mere suspicion Co-Vid will like an incision.’’