The Sun Rises On a Crisis
The dazzling sun outside on the rise
The doctor through his teeth lies
Cause of death, a newly crowned virus
Making fools of the best of us
They know little; we know a little less
Whatever got us into this fine mess?
A dysfunctional health system gone awry
Our people, in the sun, to fry
The ruling class to the rescue quick
To broker deals for the sick
They came out richer and how
After milking dry, the donor cow
Schools closed, small enterprises too
The official crisis response we rue
The epidemic out of control rages
Midst our plunging wages
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