"The Inevitable Bale"
A dark cold blanket of despair engulfs us
The happiness, distorted to a deadly hush.
The shivery cries of help from all around
Trace of hope, yet nowhere to be found.
The dead from beyond tell us the tale
Of their helplessness to the "wicked Bale"!
Certifying the horror, the mind renders,
Would our loved ones be next? It wonders.
Locked in our homes, still feeling assailable
We all sit terrified, Awaiting the inevitable.
Anxiously waiting, for some signs of mirth-
As the "four horsemen" walk along the earth!
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