One hundred thousand victims who have died this lonely death

Some on ventilators, some gasping for their breath

One hundred thousand victims who no longer are now here

And millions more of kith and kin who’ve shed their bitter tears

But you have drunk and popped your pills and danced the night away

At secret raves throughout the land; I’ve often heard you say

“Self-isolation’s not for us.  It’s gone beyond a joke.

We’re young, we’re strong so we’ll not die and Covid’s all a hoax”.

One hundred thousand families - you shit upon their pain

One hundred thousand victims who it seems have died in vain.