Relief

Humanity: so cold and distant Everybody seeks the fast lane To cushion their existence No smile for the passerby Is it a curse, this social distancing? Like a winter's hearth it warms my bones I found goodwill toward my neighbor When I was alone If from a hearse the mouth could speak Would the tongue proclaim death To be a timely thing? Would the sickness of this world Make songs eternity could sing? When hell becomes a thing of the past There will be relief