Verse One:\n Listen up, y'all, gather 'round\n I'm about to spit some facts that'll spin your crown\n 'Bout a plague that ravaged Europe's ground\n The Black Death, a pandemic that wore no frown\n It started in '47, the year of despair\n A flea-infested rat, the unlikely snare\n Bubonic plague, the disease that spread like fire\n Killing millions, leaving death and desire\n Chorus:\n The Black Death, a dark chapter in time\n A lesson learned, but will we rewind?\n The suffering, the pain, the death toll high\n Will we remember, or ask ourselves why?\n Verse Two:\n Cities fell, economies did too\n Trade and commerce, all came to a "boo"\n Doctors wore masks, a futile attempt\n To stop the spread, but it was all in vain, my friend\n Quarantine, isolation, the only way\n But even that failed, day by day\n The stench of death, the cries of pain\n A grim reminder, of the plague's cruel game\n