Our times expressed in 95 syllables.

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A novel virus.

Our civil liberties lie

in intensive care.

Empty streets and hills.

Wildlife’s lost its fear of man –

it’s lockdown UK.

A total fuck up.

Economy in tatters.

Lives and dreams washed up.

Epidemiologists

are running the asylum.

An approaching dog,

proudly carries his long stick,

social distancing.

You’ll do as we say.

The hypocrites command from

their ivory towers.