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I know not when we shall shake hands again
Or hold in warm embrace for the sheer joy 
Of each sunrise and moonlight
For the plague and news of frightful deaths
In faraway lands 
Have erected monuments of fear in our hearts
This scourge knows not the old or one with gold
It has made unsure the prophesies of seers
Who did not foretell its emergence from the East
Though bearers of the Rod of Asclepius have 
Responded with their art 
Each day is made uncertain 
With sirens announcing the next patient for isolation
And the morticians awaiting the next carcass
Of the mighty and the lowly levelled by the plague
The king’s men and town criers have told of 
The enormous chains at city gates 
They have forbidden us to act as free men
But a woeful lot propelled by raw ignorance 
Have defied the king’s edict and 
Like stray goats tempting a rustler 
They dare the plague to come nigh
Our store houses have grown lean
And Like a century ago 
None from this can flee except 
God shows mercy

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