Like rats they swarm deprived and strip the shelves
To fight till last with no tomorrow's store,
They bicker loud and bite amongst themselves
And chew upon the papered spoils of war.
The panic breeds! A newer virus spawns:
Contagious fear, no mask could filter out
And sends them running wild; it's frantic pawns
'Till barest bares the shame to linger 'bout.
As paper, food depletes it's end of day;
Disgruntled many leave and wane their shop
With curse upon their lips; here not to say!
Then back again the beasts that cannot stop.

Yes I proclaim here's me: oh the wiser!
"Wait, No! Hands off, that's my sanitiser!"