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A day, any day
Weekend or weekday
It’s the same anyway
Across the globe, nearby and far away
Hypnotised, we cower, low-pitched, low-key
Frazzled, our nerves frayed
Girding our loins, for an exit sign
An end to this devastating interregnum.
Grim news reaches us every day
Numbed by
Each disclosure, every revelation
The numbers and decisions, truth a casualty
We sit, engaged but dislocated
Sheltered but in isolation, overcome by anxiety
The deadly invisible foe, in our community
The certainty of uncertainty
The price we pay, for the ultimate folly. |
