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#CoronaVirus
The days too eventually fell silent,
No sounds, not even by the crows,
All you could hear was the sound of,
Fear knocking on the doors,

Not the scurry of busy nurses
Nor the hurry of tired doctors,
Not the reading of holy verses
Nor the fearful cries of sons and fathers,

Not the loud laments of dying patients
But the beating hearts of scared observers,
Not the bold headlines of televisions
But the dripping sweat from frozen brows.

The...