Aether87

The world now in a state of despair. Uncertainty, ominous, something sinister in the air Allurement and beauty, a lack of attraction. Human beings, walking corpses, how they fear their contraction Preservation, bulk buying, they feel they deserve. Stepping over the poor, leave another to subserve The compass now broken, freedom finally here. Nowhere to run, social-media retains fear Death by numbers, young or old, afraid the latter must go, the NHS already sold A lack of colour in life, sorrow suddenly dawn's. Hysteria by the masses, the world helplessly mourns Harrowing winds and dark clouds above, the black bird squawks and all remains is dust.