You are faceless, tasteless.
You are without form.
You have no voice.
Yet, you are a force to reckon with, merciless you are.
You have brought us to a standstill.
All we seem to talk about relates to you.
We’ve given you a name.
We’ve seen what you look like under the mighty microscope.
Yet, you remain an enigma.
We neither know how you came to be nor where you are going.
We know not when you will stop ravaging.
We don’t know how to contain you, yet.
We are working on it around the clock.
We are making progress towards a solution, though it seems so slow.
We feel so small and helpless at times in your presence.
You have no passport, no visa, no identity card.
Yet you traverse frontiers as you please.
Once you are in our midst, you slide, slither unbeknownst to us.
We only realize you were amongst us once you’ve walloped us.
Despite all this, we will not cower.
You aren’t the first nebulous entity to terrify us.
When hard hit, we tend to shut ourselves in, go into panic mode.
We shut out and shun those you have contaminated.
We then arise and fight with all we have left till we find an antidote.
Just look back into our history, and you will see our exploits.
We rise and fall and fall yet again.
But we rise again though battered and shaken.
This time around, it will be no different, dear virus.