Fire on the horizon, a new day’s underway.
But this day is different, people are home to stay.
The stores are nearly empty, confusion fills the space.
Traffic’s surely lacking when nowhere left to race.
There are lines at the gun shop, an armored petri-dish,
Some will shoot their mouths off, some might get their wish.
Sickness fills our minds while numbers fill our eyes.
Panic’s sure to follow dissecting truth from lies.
Money is an issue, sure to bring more pain.
Deviants soon will pounce hoping they will gain.
Time now stands still, waiting for relief.
For some that time will come, for others just more grief.
Death tolls surely rising, we each just wait to see.
Who will wake tomorrow, who will be set free.
But today the sun has risen, for all another start.
A cure will be forthcoming, but for now we’ve just our heart.
The time is now to reassess and take stock of our needs.
The spring is upon us, let’s plant some better seeds.
Growth is sure to come, though different than the past.
The world is now much smaller, let’s make the goodwill last.