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Tuesday, 12 May, 2020

Some four thousand new cases every day,
And round about three hundred people die.
Is that a lot? Of course we want to say
"One death's too many!" Yeah, but that's a lie.

We've always been prepared to tolerate
Some death to get the things we have today.
Wide fields of needless graves facilitate
The anxious, well-fed lives we while away.

How many might be added to the bill?
How many can we drop into the ground
Before we say "Enough!" and find the will
To turn our current practices around?

Who knows? But still, I think we can assert
We won't be helped by crap like "Stay alert".

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