The corona catastrophe

Silently shrill
    a silent chill
seems to have run down the spine
    of our blue planet windmill
 So many deceased
     Too many ill
  mounting and surmounting
      the healthcare bill
   Breathing for many
      is like climbing uphill
   or like panting on
      your home treadmill
  And it's frightening when
      there is nil a pill.
 A minute invisible
      virus doth kill .
Pray to God for mercy
     bow and kneel!
Many are dying
     without a will
 It's safer to stay home
     by the window sill
The world seems to have come
     to a standstill
You now have time to sharpen
    your poetic quill
In lockdown pray
    and ink still spill
You may hone
    your poetic skill
Until the virus
     has had its fill.
Corona they say feels like drowning
     like a fish without a gill
for we can't breathe
     like the eel or krill.
In mouths hot water
     flush and swill
Exterminate this virus?
    only God can and will.