The Ruin Or Reign Poem by Varsha M

Is it ruin or reign
Seems difficult to assign.

The corona wind
Not at all being kind.

Earth, our habitat
On pandemic appetite.

Love, life, and all
Finally came to fall,

How I long to see
The rising sun of glee

Me, you, o brotherly flu!
Go, go it's time to renew

And witness the freedom
Off the shackles of boredom.

Me, you, o my brotherly flu
We're tired of your meou.

Go, go, o dearly viru
Time to make us winnow,

Lift, right, up and down
Gone are you dirty brown.

You, you, virus hue
No more dirty glue

Just a bye-bye here and now
Time to see the dawn glow.