Quarantine

We live in strange times

Haunted by a weird disease

Pretending that life is normal

We act like nothing had happend

Going to work, drinking our beer

Life is calmer still more unsettled

People out of work or on work at home

Spend their days together over the internet

In splendid isolation

The strategy is successful

They tell us

Killing only so and so many

We keep on to it

The nation demand

That old people die

For our prosperity

At night their ghosts

Come to hunt us

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