My virus poem, be it ever so humble:
Came a wee virus Out of the East Spreading its wings, Heading West, In its onward quest To slay the pest. Searching each cleft For another chest.
“Nature called me out” I heard that virus shout. No colour of the skin, No search for kith or kin. It’s all the Human Race Etched upon my face."
“There’s a lesson I must tell, I suggest you listen well To that daunting death knell. A hundred years ago, I had a cousin you know. They said he was from Spain As they tried in vain To deflect the blame."
"My cousin went to war 50 million or more They laid at his door. But did anyone pay heed When he proved your need? To keep your numbers low. Did I not on you bestow A lesson for all to know?"
"How was it that you dared? In a test tube you cared, For a very grand fee, To override my decree, Of what ought not to be. Creating one more life, To add to the strife. A far too peopled Earth With support now a dearth."
"Another lesson I must give To those who wish to live. Filthy lucre is the cause Of so many wars. And please take the time To consider the crime: The world’s a frightful mess For those with so much less."
"We must share, It’s only fair. Make the Earth a better place For all upon her face."