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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,

I'm socially phobic, thought it wouldn't affect me,
Then I realised that I couldn't access "Official Therapy".
Well, I could still self-medicate!

Alcohol was still for sale,
Allowed, even positively encouraged,
Money still had to be made,
For "medicinal purposes" only of course.
To keep up our courage.

As for the "Black Market", well there was no interruption.
Business as usual for those "in the know!".
Those who always dealt in corruption.

Goods still moved, if people did not.
The human spirit would not be forgot
Either way, good or bad,
Life carried on, we would not go mad.

Hero's and Heroine's - both emerged,
From amazing sources,
Like "Major Tom",
A previous War Hero and still fighting on,
He inspired a Nation.

"Biological Warfare" had been discussed and taught,
In a different arena in what he'd previously fought.
He Soldiered on, overtaking his own steps,
Truly inspirational.
People shed tears.
A Knighthood he gained - well and...