When travel
will go nowhere
where people walk apart
for the virulent virus scare-

millions rush for masks
to survive such they must wear
factories run through night and day
no one appears at the Sunday Fair.

'  Is that person affected?'
   the furtive and insidious stare
   ' The restaurant is far from safe
     We wouldn't dine there!'.

'   Don't touch any door-****
    even your newspaper you shouldn't share
    don't press the escalator number-signs
    unless you have a glove--beware, oh, beware!'.

   ' From Wuhan our boss has just returned
     after a business tour---his name is Sir Ross Sinclair
     he has been put under quarantine--from him
     a message we now receive:  Business closure I declare!'

    Business is on a trickle,  soon to collapse any day
    world USD 1000 trillion loss--news in the air!
    the Federal Reserve and IMF are panic-stricken
    ' This is worse than the Great Depression---we swear!'.    

    I'm locked up in my study room
    I don't want to be caught in the middle of nowhere
    I have to write poetry to save me from gloom
    what are you poets doing out there?