Saxon Crow

A Cynical Look at the Future

And so it came to pass

A black cross on every house

For people of a certain age

Their homes became

A lonely cage

Then it became worse and worse

As i stared out my window

To watch herse after herse

And as i stared i couldnt cry

My tears dried up

When my loved ones had died

And still i listened

To our leaders plees

Stay inside

Dont spread disease

We all followed

The advice they gave

Not realising

There was another grave

Being dug with spades of apathy

For our own loving kindness

Our humanity