Sniper
This Covid’s a sniper
Picking us off
When least we expect it
When dropping our guard.
He’s dropping the shoppers
Like in Sarajevo
He’s wounding the youngsters
As in the Arena
He doesn’t give tuppence
For your thoughts or your prayers,
He’ll trip you without pity
As you’re heading downstairs.
Whether gentle or evil
He doesn’t distinguish
Heartless and cruel
He’ll fight to the finish
Just let down your guard
And you’ll be certainly punished.
You’ve changed now you tell me
But sadly not he
More vicious than ever
Where once taking two
He’s now taking three
A stake in his heart
To make sure he’s dead
Then we can exit to sun,
And party instead.
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