In the refugee camps,
New York, the epicenter of Covid,
Can't even hold a lamp,
Compare its population density,
Ten thousand per square click,
To seventy thousand in the same space,
Already very hard not too get sick,
Add the inefficient hospital care,
Plus shared lavatories,
Mix in no money or true quarantine,
Equals catastrophe.
Well, to be fair,
It was dire already,
Seventy million humans round the globe,
Fleeing their own country's hostility.
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