The virus and we

There is this virus all around

As funny as it may sound

Has brought the world to its knees

Wrecking havoc wherever it has been

The pretty actress does her dishes

The actor cleanes 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 que

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

Rich or poor, high or low

Your bodies my host

And I, the pretty virus

And you, my wholesome fun.