What be this ail that be unseen
where n'er one eye doth gaze
to reach o'er land and grated seas
that dictates rabid craze
Is it but real or masked disguise
that puts man under stress
a politician's compromise
or social plan regress
Does it have yield or hopeful trait
to bow the knee of most
deference to pain with great disdain
that genders men to boast
Or economic travesty
to close caste system down
while men in line for scraps to dine
regale their tinseltown
Doth sordid vent begin it's rail
of blighted origin
from wicked foes who hath composed
while bearing heinous grin
This evil wretch that causeth fear
Could men but dare to see
remove from thus it's potent thrust
solution far from thee
But blind shall victims bear their fate
intention filled with woe
bred with contempt the covid bent
the unseen none doth know
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