The servants of Covid-19

They worked tirelessly,

night and day.

They dreamt of sleep, their children's eyes,

the look on their face, as they went out to play;

But there they stood, far away from home,

in what felt like another world,

servants to the master of Rome;

But Rome in this case is not a person, a place or thing,

it is a disastrous curse, a virus of sin.

My heart goes out to them,

these servants of war.

My heart is with you,

the wounds will forever be sore.