No Tocsin alarm din this silent assassin.
Once tallies begin we are in to a tailspin.
No chagrin can unpin conflagrations.

Now the danger within is akin to the fin
of a shark swimmin' in a dark troubled ocean,
wherein handshakes can win devastations.

Our fear is quite clear, no ambiguity here!
We must all persevere 'til the deaths disappear,
and adhere to austere separations.

When our jobs interfere, while friends are too near
'cause contagions appear 'cross the hemisphere
it's a year now of shear complications

The economy's blown to a vast global groan
as statistics have shown we are fatefully prone
to some viral unknown implications.

As we sit here alone, like the experts condone
only connected by phone, our leaders intone,
all the rules that enthrone mitigations.

This toxic organic, causes wide-spread panic,
each case catatonic at overwhelmed clinic
achieves messianic ministrations

Increasingly manic, the public stress chronic
Satanic disease makes the pressure volcanic
the tonic, galvanic protestations.

Masks may keep it away, as will distance allay
the feral sway of this stray viral stowaway.
We will spray to delay contaminations.

We pray that each day keeps pandemic away.
In our homes we will stay, 'til leaders say it's OK
to resume everyday celebrations.