CoronavirusFiction & PoetryLifestyleThe Pang of a Pandemic – Now the Whole World is Sitting Down
The whole world is sitting down. Her nations’ gates are closed. The earth’s gravitation is frozen. The air everywhere is flu-bound. The sick can’t afford to be alive. The healthy are ordered inside. People are dying; Corruption and bad leaders are alive. Everywhere a strange visitor arrived, bearing a bouquet of red-blooded virus. Those with adequate governance loathes uncertainty with a name. Wealth and abundance abide In the West, the visitor pays it no heed....









