Wednesday, 25 March 2020


The streets are empty
The hospitals full.
The last bread gone
The final bell tolled in school.
Stop the trains
Then shut your gate
To this land of silence
And quiet isolate.
But in space so sudden so small
Behind such fearful fences,
Our minds become the Universe,
Awakened realms of senses
Where technicolour dreams might fashion
The world that we can have
Of sharing, and of caring
And always, always, of love.


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