The disease is spreading,
The world has come to a halt.
Anxiety is rising,
It could be our fault.
All the shops are closed,
Factories shut down.
Vacant buses and trains
Move sadly around town.
The streets are deserted,
Stock markets have crashed.
The wealthy are losing their millions,
Their wealth badly trashed.
Businesses are going bankrupt,
Workers lose their jobs.
While everyone is locked up
In their homes, and in their shops.
Poor wage earners!
Their wages are not paid.
They have no means whatsoever
To bring home some bread.
The world has come to a halt,
The disease is spreading.
Could it be our fault
That we don't know where we're heading?
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#MyWritersPoetryPrompt 11/2020
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