CONTEMPORARY VIXEN
She entered the room and commanded everyone's attention
There was no deference to race, creed, ethnicity or wealth
She moved with a swiftness that left people breathless
At least those who came into her presence.
Men and women both felt the fever
As some tried to maintain a safe distance
From the effect she gave
While others wanted to see her up close.
She touched each life and continued on her sashaying journey
Moving with the speed of a cheetah
She pounced upon her unsuspecting prey
And some never even knew what hit them.
She shut things down in her wake
While leaving everything in her path vulnerable
As others tried to shield themselves from her rainstorm
But her silent attack captured them anyway
She left her victims weak and wanting relief from her fierceness
She took over, leaving those in charge virtually helpless
As they debated how to handle her quiet fury
Once she left, the world, as they knew it, would never be the same.
She did not care who was impacted by her intensity
Her name, her name, her name is CORONAVIRUS.