Scientists Sigh
No idea of this novel virus thing
The powerful, politics loudly sing
Advised about money to be made
Plotting how rivals can quickly fade
When to reality they finally awake
It will be new power sharing plans, to make
Seers tell us the worst is yet to come
A few at our expense, will make a tidy sum
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