As Corona does its dance
Of death, Capital does its work,
Celebrities on television
Fancy wares hawk.
As leaders sell their lockdowns,
And coffins litter cities,
Nothing dampens the commercial verve
Of slick celebrities.
No pandemic may ever halt
The march of profit-making;
The grimmest news of newest deaths
Must yield to commercial rating.
Corona must its gravitas split
With news of stocks and shares;
The least recovery on Dow Jones
Must allay our fatal fears.
The dead are but dead and gone,
But markets show the way
Beyond guilt, obscenity, apocalypse
That have their annoying day.
As millions trudge for morsels,
Commercials showcase branded oat
Whose budgets help the Channels
Keep their heads afloat.
Thus the silences of mourning
Alternate with smiles
Over marvels of latest offerings
Of conditioners, cookeries, tiles.
What chance has poor Corona
Against such doggedness;
It may do its utmost
But commercials will progress.