I
I
still don’t know where and how I was born,
Hmm,
was I born at a lab at your hands, man?
Somewhere
at China or USA?
Or,
mother nature released me as an offshoot?
I
came to your world only three months ago,
You
gave me the name Coronavirus
When
I compete you, you call me COVID 19
Whatever
my name and origin, I don’t grieve, for
One
becomes great not by birth or name but by action
My
fame rests upon my performance
I
need not anyone to eulogize me.
II
My
maiden WWE match was at Wuhan, China
So,
you may identify China as my homeland
But
my victory was taken by the storm
Across
the globe, overnight.
The
advantage of aeroplanes, people’s travelling
Succeeded
my mission of a global celebrity.
Obviously,
celebrity of all celebrities.
My
competitors fell upon my feet
Because
my mission is to tear their lungs
To
lead them to the gate of Hades
I
keep no accounts of how many, though
Today
your statistics say thirty four thousand.
I
keep no company but one
Whom
the Muslims call Azrael.
Oh,
no, I’m not so ruthless
I
mercy many to get back alive.
III
I
celebrate myself and sing myself
What
you assume I do not assume
Where
are you Trump?
Your
name sounds with Triumph.
Now,
the world is not at your feet
But
at mine, I can roll it as I wish.
Where
are you Angela Merkel?
Where
are you Boris Johnson?
No
fear for you Vladimir Putin.
The
world has been a heap of sin
Now
is the time to clean.
Quarantine, lock down, isolation
All these are temporary
solution.
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