What Is our Reality?

What do they gain for the risk they must take?

Only the repeated applause of a few,

Only the repeated thanks people make ;

Waiting for a cure, for the breakthrough.

But those who try to end the fear,

Have to overcome their fright,

To  make this plague disappear,

With every ounce of their might.

And what pain must the infected feel?

They start sweating ; they begin knowing,

Death is close, but they have to keep going,

 They should have known, This virus is real.

Sputtering, then choking, they take their last breath,

And they fall into the arms of awaiting Death.