SARS-CoV-2 sprung on us within weeks.
It’s corona, meaning its shape’s a crown
Due to its spiky projections that give
It access to our cells.

The virus spread and has not peaked.
Towns avoiding shutting down
When all we want to do is live
But now, all we hear are bells

Tolling for the ones we lost, they speak.
Non-essential work is gone—
But the docs and nurses we forgive—
The economy is but a shell.

Today the entire world is weak:
Alone together, bearing down,
Social distancing. COVID,
We will make it through this hell.