Words of Art – Day 69 – Murdered

Murdered

My friend was murdered.
He wasn’t shot.
He wasn’t stabbed.
He was infected.
By a virus.
By a virus that kills,
That murders.
That murders by
The hundreds of thousands.
That kills you slowly or quickly,
That causes you pain.

My friend was murdered.
Like he was shot in the heart
Or stabbed in the back,
He was murdered
By a heartless, venomous 
Virus.

Roy W. Backes
© 2021