Season of the Virus
The ancestor rises again
In its atavistic moment
Blanket spreads the entire humanity
Before one could forment
Swaths of territory won
As we face our gravest reality
Hour 7
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Season of the Virus
The ancestor rises again
In its atavistic moment
Blanket spreads the entire humanity
Before one could forment
Swaths of territory won
As we face our gravest reality
Hour 7