There Will Come Soft Bustling
There will come soft bustling and the smell of the town,
And shops stirring with their scintillating sound;
And people in the parks swinging at night,
And wild children in tantrum whine
Students will wear their school saturation
Partying their pants off holding a glass covered in condensation.
And not one will know of the pandemic, not one
Will quarantine at last when it is done.
Not one would mind, neither city nor country,
If the virus disappeared utterly
And Humanity themselves when they woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that millions were gone.
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