And I thought, why not? These came first:
Quarantined enough, now, still?
Can we all keep well?
Weighted, ill-struck air
— Air with things which we must fight
To keep Sick at bay
Viruses don't care.
They wish to spread, grow, sicken.
Be better than them.
Soap. Activate suds,
Scrubbed, lathered, deployed to stop
What wants to stop us.
...and here are more:
Meet worldwide cleaning efforts
To cause fewer ills
Face. Face. My face. Face.
Wash hands, wash face, then I may
Scratch my face. I think.
No smiles through a mask
So friendliness could be shown
With words and hand-waves
Eventually
We'll have handled this threat. Then:
So. Many. Hugs. (Yay!)
We are not Martians.
We can't let this defeat us.
Thanks for warning, Wells.