It was sneaky.

For a decade I was blissfully unaware,

Watching it reaping apart families,

And wondering: How it came to be?


It struck,

Like a violent thunderstorm.

I was swept away, gasping for breath,

Clinging to the crumbling reality.


It was cheeky,

Leaping at us and hitting us square,

Like a gigantic newspaper squashing flies,

That were too ignorant to flee.


We run out of luck.

We were rubbed of familiar norm,

Struggling to accept the concept of death,

That came to collect its fee.

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