Poem – At the End of the Day, It’s All Just the Flu

Sorry. I know I said I wouldn’t write about this rubbish for a while but I couldn’t help myself. The virus is everywhere – as in all the media and everyone taking about it. They are even talking about closing Dani’s school – which I ma sure will happen in this week. So I thought I would write a poem. If you have read other posts on the virus you will already know my stance…

At the end of the day, it’s all just the flu

They told us that bird flu would wipe us all out,
Then that swine thing would kill us they’d scream and they’d shout.
Every few years they come up with something new,
But at the end of the day it’s all just the flu.

Before birds and pigs they tried to scare us with SARS,
The only way to escape it was to reach for the stars.
The pandemic never came, it only killed a few,
Cos at the end of the day it was just another flu.

They’ll give it another name, so they don’t all sound the same.
Something scientific, something far more horrific.
SARS, H1N1, Covid-19 too,
At the end of the day it’s all just the flu.

Here is a question, and I would not say it’s minor,
Why do most of these diseases originate in China?
That’s not an unfair question, it happens to be true,
But at the end of the day, it’s all just the flu.

Here is a rundown, a scare history,
SARS was way back in two thousand and three.
Two thousand and five was the year of the bird,
aka Avian or something absurd.
Then in the year two thousand and nine,
They gave us another and called that one swine.
It’s been 10 years now since they’ve frightened us anew,
So now we have another, but they are all just the flu,
But this time it’s different, as the name we all knew,
Cos it’s called Corona, which is a nice beer too.

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