The Plague of Anxiety

On Sunday, the sweet soft tone of the choir was muted The church pews were brimming with dust Ushers were unable to give directions For even the congregation was stuck up in isolation Preachers had to minister to the echo of their own voices No trace of humanity has witnessed such a calamity A pandemic with the propensity to spread faster than fake news The entire globe is bleeding a single wound We have to stay at home to avoid the blood stains Meeting friends and family seem to be the good old days The latest trend is keeping a distance and washing your hands Who knows? What's in the air or exactly how this thing spreads? The beautiful feeling of just going out and getting fresh air Now, it seems like a bad idea This Plague, like a fiend, feeds the earth thousands of righteous victims every day It's striking a newly sharpened double edged sword into the hearts of mortals This is not just a virus, it's fear itself Take precaution!