To the muses to Homeros and Virgil To Chaucer, Sidney, and Marelow Dryden, Shakespear, and Colliredge Wordsworth, Blake and Auden My world witnesses horror Humanity lives a nightmare Though earth's plenty of oxygen Lungs function hard then to fade A virus into the body intrudes Like a thief through nasals Tragedy in many families In my world, we are all heroes Melo-dramic, paradoxical heroism Each climax follow an anti Back to the so-called Corona Fever, dry cough and nausea the symptoms like modern plague I you all can feel their suffers How hard to speak the mind Eyes burn so the pen slips Yet, I am into the spirit Years of being consciousness May get people to feel'nt As Hobbes suggests Humans machines to be The being of humans Being moody, angry, happy Mortal, gloomy, energitic Thus we are special Thus apart from machines I had this cry and the burning eyes Humans' Troy fell yet Aeneas He was the hope of all A baby born to offspring No revenge otherwise sickens Love the key for peace Like social distance these days Though far from all from hearts We wish and pray for any human So spirits recovers and strong become Hence, safe healthy and united Our hearts, souls with one sound Love, peace shall flourish the earth People spiritually should unite Neither physically nor materialistically The power, the bond can reach ulitmost