The Virus And We

There is this virus all around

AS funny as it may sound

Has brought the world to its knees

Wreaking havoc wherever it has been.

The pretty actress does her dishes

The actor cleans fans

The wealthy sweep and mop

Life same for all.

No special permits, no special pass

The virus made it clear

Dude, you all are not meant to last.

So, stand in a queue

And wait for your turn

The one before you

 May not be as rich

But then to me, you all are one.

Wake up, pretty people

Look around and see

The same two eyes

Two hands, legs even

The color of blood not green

So why do you shout from rooftops

Look at me, look at me?

From where I see you

Rich, poor, high, low

Your bodies my host

And I, the pretty virus

And you, my fun.