Coronavirus stalks the earth,
With current killer Covid-19
Targeting the old and fragile
Without discrimination.
We are 'en guerre'
Says Macron
Who speaks solemnly
And in as deep a voice as possible
(Though not so deep...).
No longer free to move about
We're confined to barracks
With outings just for food and meds
And a signed paper,
And fines for those who flout the rules.
The aged mutter of Vichy France
As they do their market shopping outside
Too close together.
Meanwhile, supermarkets
Are stripped of pasta, rice and
Toilet paper.
Just in case...
The neighbourhood is quiet,
A bit like Christmas Day
But with better weather.
Birds are singing and we can hear them
For once
Without the constant rumble of
Society in action.
When will it end?
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