In every heart, there grows a fear of death,
And the mask we see is innocent by looks.
But can carry a stigma of the coronavirus,
As all else fades before its silent inferno.
Just a touch is all it needs to cling to you,
Friends or foe can induct as you gather.
At parties to think you are immune,
Till you get infected to spread the crisis.
Droplets around the infected cause & spiral
A three-sixty spread you add to the chain.
Stay put at home & break this death link,
If not you wish others may live due to you.

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