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?