The world outside is empty.
No people walk about.
Those who do are not recognizable, with half of their faces covered up in cloth.
The world is shaken, paused.
Markets plummet as cases rise.
They say to wait a little longer, we're almost through.
They say we're not alone.
But in this empty world of madness and pain,
of screens and space,
of masks and fighting and loss and divide and anger,
are we really united?
No people walk about.
Those who do are not recognizable, with half of their faces covered up in cloth.
The world is shaken, paused.
Markets plummet as cases rise.
They say to wait a little longer, we're almost through.
They say we're not alone.
But in this empty world of madness and pain,
of screens and space,
of masks and fighting and loss and divide and anger,
are we really united?
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