Empty Cafes, 2020

No use to fret, its only temporary measures As keepers of the gloom proclaimed in press Suspend the longing for the simple pleasures Amidst the circumstances of distress Awnings are lowered, tables are removed Everything’s minimized, except the road works Progress develops in a spiral, and it’s proved Shall we embark soon in a fabulous epoch? We have to benefit from the upcoming gladness Or they’ll take over with another war Forgetting gradually the days of sadness We never know, what we were made up for.