Streets are filled
With the ones who were once loved
They no longer breathe life
Waiting to turn into dust
Wrapped in layers
No one to carry them away
Burnt in the middle of the road
Whether it was night or day

When they were alive
Love surrounded their lives
Now their bodies lie abandoned
With no help in sight

How a city comes to it's knees
When hospital beds are overfilled
There is no space left
Even in mortuaries

Life is so fragile
How it takes us by surprise
When the grim reaper plays his tune
We hear overwhelming echoes of cries.

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