In times of such uncertainty and fear

nobody knows who next the scythe will reap,

and all the kith and kin that we hold dear

observe the quarantine that we must keep.

 

Forbidden work or contact with our friends,

no recreations once thought commonplace,

until the plague has run its course and ends,

and we can once again meet face to face.

 

So lock the doors against our fellow man,

to cower in our homes and sometimes cry;

we’ll isolate ourselves as best we can,

and pray that the pandemic passes by.

 

But when it’s done, and we can be set free

what will our new-found freedom really be.