I've always imagined it as a beautiful sophisticated woman,
Wild, dyed green hair
Obsidian eyes which pierces through your lungs, not your soul
A sophisticated social worker
She deals with only the rich
The influential are her favourite patronisers
She has spread her wings of destruction all over the globe
Physical contacts bring people down to her knees
Ignorance is her favourite weapon
Now, she doesn't dig her fingernails of death into the rich
She digs it in all and sundry
We've been told hands laundry keeps her at bay
Physical distancing keeps you safe from her rays
She's like a whirlwind of death
Right and left
Front and rear
Stay at home
Be on your own
Avoid the mistress of death herself