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Corona 2020
by Bob Moore (c) 2/4/2020)
The world was collapsing, and we ran away
to hide in our homes, both night and day
forsake our friends, and family too
when we were ordered, and told what to do
no choice, or question, just do this when
we were told, not by gods but by men
they have left the field, their banners furled
and we scurried away, and at home we curled
no call to arms, no battle cry,
social distance, or you will die
no talk, no question, just do what your told
and denigrate anyone who acts too bold
to not believe will be a sin
we will open the jails, and throw you in
we know best, and we’ll have our way
but you’re the one who will have to pay
and in the end, when the virus has gone
they will pat their backs, and say “well done”
but what they have accomplished we will see
is a devastated land, once rich and free
this has happened to mankind before
pestilence, famine, destruction and war
but the human spirit has not been cowed
as we are now, just a milling crowd
no one is sure what to do or say
directions changing every day
the old may die, and the young carry on
but the world is still here though we are gone
now when this ends, and we know it will
if I was wrong, and I’m not here still
then sit by my grave, say “I told you so”
but I will not hear you, so I will not know
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