The virus gone viral is at the end of the loop in its spiral,
The nation together has all walked to the top waiting to meet our most hated rival.
Waiting with mask to throw over the ledge, Practicing arms wave at
recital, refusing to bow down to such a heart taking, venomous, lung shaking unforeseen trial, standing high on our feet dedicated to create a treatment that’s primal, making those who rest peacefully proud though they are victim is vital, corona Miss Evil soon she will have a taste of her own medicine at arrival, the U.S.A. is a team that massacres every threat with a smile, we will sweep this epidemic behind us in pile, there will be no double- jeopardy in this historical survival, our cure will call you out and refuse any redial! The 19 in your name will be for 1 life saved and 9 receiving their revival, like cats with the 9th life nurses will administer running down the aisle, no more pandemic we’ve had enough and WILL regain our title! corona will no longer be our nation’s tyrant, we won’t
rest until we place lids on your iris, for those we have lost so dear, we
hug you when our masks strap ears!
POETTA'S THERAPEUTIC POETRY 
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