Quiet in solitude
Our boundaries
Are set
The news of the day
More cases, more deaths
We  rise our arms to the sky
Joining the cry what's next!

Grocery stores germs
Symptom showing
Exposure  regrets
Wall Street enjoying
Their own socialism
Politician need
To be put in prison

A cure not available
The antidote lost in trust
Tick-Tock ******
Thermometer!  
    The world is in a rush
Baby wipes undegradable
As society takes a flush!

The muses have turn cynical
Sarcasm breaks our vine
But to keep us safe
They'll attempt
To  divinely reassign