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Death by O2

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The pyres have been lit;
Like warning beacons, I say;
Yellow fire, on broken wood,
Wherein COVID victims lay.

They are wrapped in plastic;
No loved ones, no flowers;
Tired strangers have lit the fires,
They’ll burn but for a few hours.

“Sadgati!” Bhakts say, “not peace!”
They ignore the dead who died,
They replace love with hate,
They worship those who lied.

The pyres have been lit.
No oxygen brought their death.
Bodies light up like lanterns,
They were denied their last breath!

The gods must yet be appeased;
So rallies and melas abound;
We wait for the third phase now;
And the count of pyres in the coming round.

Strain

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Sickness has taken over my house
And its roof and walls are rumbling;
People outside are dying too,
And the world beside is crumbling.

I strain to let go of bowels;
But there is no strength left to strain;
My body seems to give up;
I am weakened by all this pain.

Doctors can only do so much;
Medicines have all been tried;
Yet this feeble breath that rallies
Tells me soft, you have not yet died.

Nature’s Hour

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Who knew that lungs were important?
We talk of the heart and the brain;
But when COVID comes saying hello,
Breathlessness brings classic pain.

I have met gasps in anxiety,
Allergies and spasms are usual shits;
But! COVID is different altogether!
It brings into lungs dangerous fits!

Fevers rise, lungs collapse, breath stops;
You think it’ll pass in a week or two;
But that’s not exactly how this ball drops –
Newer strains are birthing to claim you!

Governments flounder under their weight!
Nations are rocked by their sheer power!
Nature has decided she has had enough!
She has decided that this will be her hour!