The global village is closed today
Curtains closed on homes
While loving mothers miss their young
The lonely die, alone
Out in the streets the tumbleweed
Sighs in the keening wind
Deserted shops with darkened eyes, are
Guarded by empty bins
And should you walk your echoing feet
Sound like a toothless moan
While overhead a banner flies
Stay The Fuck At Home
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