I know not how it all began
nor how it will come to a final end
The silent plague that creeps around
Smites whom it wishes, with nary a sound.
Day after day, news is released
Of those who are snared by the dreadful disease.
Night after night, we're huddled at home
Anxious, yet hopeful for better days to come
Is the defeat of this plague already at hand?
Are we seeing at last, the beginning of its end?
Or will more distress on us be falling?
How long must we wait, to reach a new beginning?
I know not when.
End
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