We wake up each morning
To coffins or funeral pyres
Or cries for help in distress
From another one, yet to die.
I've stopped watching the idiot box
Or even the news
Fleeting statuses I don't peek into -
Everywhere, it's just gloom.
Blame games and spite, surround
Claims of having helped and having tried
The world is crumbling all around
Yet, it is filled with despise.
Glorious days ahead, we are told
The disease will stop its spread, that's bold!
But for now, mask on -
And while at, close your souls.
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