The Great Corona

Jared Denstad
2 min readJan 18, 2021

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As I sit before my mind’s fire
My heart is filled with burning desire
I wish only to escape my cage, full of burning rage
My future is full of dread, The Great Corona lies ahead

Cities of death and countries in decay
Lay spread forth to the world’s dismay
The people lay split apart, though desperate to fight
They remain divided between darkness and light
Yet against The Great Corona they should all unite

Death rides on invisible wings, it will try to sever many ties
It brings with it fear, panic, and lies
As the people cry with worry, the medics rush about in a flurry
The infected enter ill and dying
The doctors despair due to a lack of supplying
And The Great Corona continue multiplying

As the media lies and the pundits cheat
Casting the blame at their enemies feet
The experts advise and the charts predict
The Great Corona will slowly uptick
And the people in their homes become sick

So stock up on TP, sanitizer, and water
Before you become a victim of The Great Corona’s slaughter
Forget not the vulnerable and old, confined within their rooms
Stay in touch via phone call, text, or Zoom
Lest their homes become their tombs

So while we wait for a time the experts say
The Great Corona has ended, go back to work and play
Remember the experiences and lessons that have come your way
And cherish the sunlight of each passing day
For one never knows how long the good times will stay.

© Jared Denstad

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I wrote this poem back in Late March/Early April of 2020. This was one of the first poems I had written in several years, and was written primarily to cope with being shut inside for a extended period of time.

My goal with this poem was to try to stress the importance of following the guidelines that were out at the time, while also poking fun of some the reactions people were having to the virus at the time, like stocking up on toilet paper.

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Jared Denstad
Jared Denstad

Written by Jared Denstad

Born and raised in Minnesota, I write short poems about life, death, and everything that comes in between.

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