Corona and Humanity
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There is sorrow all around
Grief has come
People are all at home,
Someone forgot relatives.
For a lot of fear
Forgotten their parents.
Put them in the forest
They living at home alone!
In the procession of death..
The land is full of coffins.
Today the money is like wastage
All arrogance seems to end
The world in fear today
Finding the solutions..
If there is solution in it,
So stop moving.
King,tenant no one gets release
Yet there are some guys silly
To snatch the relief of the helpless
Goes with them..!
Corona didn't mercy to anyone
Shows equality to generosity!
So why this is corrupted..
Civilization named of humanity?
The world will be free one day
Humanity will conquer corona,
The shadow of all sadness will be cut off
All fears will flee away.
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