Gone is father, gone is mother,
Gone are all the pretty others.
All that’s left is slow starvation
As indifference grips the nation
As collapse and Covid spread
Leaving mounds and heaps of dead.
Wait though there’s a spark of hope!
Only as ‘one’ can we cope
With terror that grips the heart:
Stand as ‘one’ or fall apart!
[americanifesto - 場黑麥 - jpr - urbanartopia - whorphan]