Quarantined (Day Twenty)
Quarantined (Day Twenty)
On hold is there hope, a breaking news
That our lives will return back to normal
As we stay secluded and keep thinking
What next, where, how it will end for us.
Trustful, wondering the mystery deepens
Numbers soar can we flatten the curves
No end at sight to a crumbling system
Faultless gains from a new world order?
Will bottom lines hold or keep dropping;
And naked shock turns us into zombies!
