These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

COVID: "Cupid's Sick Cousin"

Instead of bringing love so near,
this COVID makes it deadly clear,
his arrow is unearthly fear,
since good is not his goal.

The 14 of the fam'ly trait
is dual-pronged with limping gait.
When it is known, it's now too late
to make its contacts whole.

"Febrero is my cousin's home,
but since then o'er the world I roam
to make your cases quite a tome,
until I've had my 'fun'!"

"You say my 'fun' is not at all?
But virus has no moral call.
Your woes are thoughts in me quite small.
I'll show you when I'm done."

"All demigods of earthly fame
are easy for the Truth to tame.
No more can you bring lasting blame
to human tools you used."

"My name is God, Who is most High.
You've sung your final lullaby
o'er those, who languor and still cry,
of you they're quite abused."

"Begone, and never come, again,"
may say Christ, the Lord, the sinner's Friend.
"All hearts repentant, I'll now mend,
and cause your shadow cease."

"For Christ, the Lord is ris'n today,
Hallelujah!" I'll ever say.
"Come quick to aid us! Own the day!
Please, give us soon release!"

by Jay O'Toole
on April 19th, 2020