A Growing Snowball

 

This snowball is growing, 

yet it started so small, 

This world was sprinting, 

now its back to a crawl, 

45 souls were squeezed to death, 

Then when benches fell, 

three more took their last breaths, 

Next along came the Italian cable car, 

With the ropes that broke like a Kit Kat bar, 

Rockets were shot, millions took cover, 

And all the while, this pandemic still hovers, 

Now just this week, 5 deaths by a bus, 

And dozens more injured, 

all people like us, 

This snowball is growing, 

it won’t fit in my hand, 

The snowball must melt, 

this can’t be the plan.