Are these our darkest hours, our lost days of fear without hope?
of time that whips by, or slows to a stop?
Days spent wondering who’s going to survive.
Walks to lift spirits in places secret, yet known.
Clandestine exercise, in fear of discovery
Not in our neighbourhood, yet safe we would vouch.
Others that flout rules to keep safe, and test the authorities,
carelessly spreading coughs that kill.
Through children to pensioners hiding in homes,
thought safe, but unwary of love that devours life itself.
We dwell day to day on things not done on time.
Our leaders who failed to prevent disease spreading,
still bay that they\'re right, and not to be questioned.
When heroes that care and invent remain nameless.
Society’s broken, beyond all repair.
Lifestyles in tatters, plans disappeared,
we’re left to restore a family’s right to exist.
To nurture and cherish loved ones who remain,
and to remember the ones who are gone.