Virus
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Tomas Vana, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2020
The embodiment of a demon,
striking swiftly and silently like a sharp iron blade
A path it carves out along the terrain,
Meticulously, it creates its plan of desolation
Eventually, the true terror begins
it is truly born in the heart of civilisation;
Emanating with a cold darkness;
we lose trust in ourselves and point the blame;
whilst we run amok, unaware of the true danger
We are stripped of our only defence;
while the enemy stays calm and cunning
Before long, we turn sane, once again;
taking on a great wisdom; a sense
We seek to find a cure, a weapon,
and once we’ve found it . . .
Our ordeal is over.