I have been a wanderer,
Many years of my life.
I do not have close friends,
That surround me,
With attention or comfort.
Perhaps, because as a child,
I was a loner, never having
To rely on anyone.
Shy, bashful and introverted,
Were my ways.
Roaring in, from the East it came.
An ill wind, that will ever remain,
carrying a virus, no plan in mind
except the destruction of today's mankind.
Ill prepare were those left in charge
to face the attack and heavy barrage,
attacking all without reason or rage.
preying on those who were of old age.