Charon, The Ferryman Is-Heard Singing

Our whole way of life is to be redefined. Planes vacant as linin on a washing line Hoarding shoppers fighting over loo rolls No more sport, Olympics, footie or goals Bars and restaurants our borders closed. Hard-fought-for civil liberties bulldozed Government policies yes are full of holes (Better them than social media trolls) . Death is now knocking on every door He's slashing his scythe wildly to procure Those with heart disease the diabetic; He's quite-unholy unsympathetic. He's taking the old the sick and the poor Them with lung disease he takes premature. In a lockdown without an end in sight We've become jailbirds of the state tonight. Darkness has befallen us one and all A plague far worse than any black bedsore Without prejudicial barriers, all- Must answer a call, and sure enough, must stand tall. As you're playing small does not serve the world. While ghostly we are evilly purged Everyone—we're-told, is dying alone Caskets unceremonious, alone Quarantined wait for cremation alone. As family gatherings are postpone We await the same fate as Italia, While the virus grips like wisteria, The Shepard with the lamb solemnly-sleeps And not for the firstborn Death, he now creeps Through every open crack and crevice Down, every street child, and northern terrace. Sees the first the last entre the chapel We're all up shit creek without a paddle Place palms together, and let's say a prayer For a nationalized-country ensnare Like Alice down the rabbit hole, drinking A vial, lung capacity shrinking Charon, the ferryman is heard singing Your name - your name - your name he is bidding.