The once-bustling streets,
now clad with a blanket of hushed silence
the world bowed down
to an illness with a lust for violence
Manners or a shack
all cages have been rattled
transiting into the shadowy black
an unexpected burden saddled
Yet in these times hard
while to our homes we are bound
there still exists
beauty to be found
Risking their own lives
our heroes in white coats
brick by brick they build
the bridges across the moats
Is it just me
or is it not all bad we see
aren't the skies more blue?
don't the birds sing free?
In this sea of uncertainty
hope still finds its way
a clear stream in the desert
that doesn't run astray
The rivers now flow unhindered
blossom now the seeds long sown
and the fauna now returns
to our jungles of stone
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