We see the figures, daily-growing
And read it all till we're almost numb,
Something's occurred - it's all unfolding,
Everyone's asking, what more shall come.
Slowly everywhere they're masking,
People are panic buying their food.
What more, can be-done - all are-asking?
"Now we‘ve seen, pestilence fire flood."
… Fear is visible in all our shops,
Angry customers, some are swearing,
Numbers they grow into irate-mobs,
The whole-situation is draining.
Yet a thought "will I survive" pervades
Like a leashed-dog wrapped around your leg,
Barking as you walk-through the stockades
Doubting Jesus saves—can resurrect.
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