the grave diggers

 

The grave diggers

Sadness fills their minds

As they witness the millions die

All unnecessary but of Covid 19

The sky can be bright and sunny

The ground can be green and pure

The air can flow easily through and fro

But the grave diggers have their sad song

Too many to dig

Too many die

What the world has become?

It isn't a war

It's Rocking Rona

Hitting its kind of rock and roll

Hit it hard make us cry

The vaccines can't cure but prevent

Still the people don't learn

They want to float and fly

Hit the ground hard they will realize

By then it will too late to cry

The grave diggers

Busy all the times

Tears will roll from their eyes

As they see the millions die