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,

Dreary nights full of sirins
Lights flicker and peeping souls
From the houses where they watch,
A steady cough carried away in the wind.

Sweaty palms that curry illness,
Hand wash, preventing risk,
Masks that make it hard to chat,
Things aren't the same as they were back then.

look at how the world has changed,
sickness spreads in intimate,
severed from the bond of man,
that opens up togetherness,



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