For night owls, Phase 4 is no lark
No flights of fancy after dark!
All restaurants have closed their doors
No alcohol from late-night stores…
Private parties risk a fine
Get-togethers a new crime
Revels of all sorts curtailed
Nocturnal lifestyles soon derailed.
As angry Youth fails to comply
The virus cries out “Here am I!”
All suffer in this murky pool
As some groups will not heed the rule.
Disrupted, destitutions loom
The old confined to lonely room
The Nation’s workforce, forced on line,
Feels isolated, lost – big time!
We miss all contact with our friends,
Debate with passion these harsh trends
Our personal freedoms on the rack
Our Governments besieged by flak...
Invisible the threat, though real
Does China now our future steal?
Their GDP is rising fast
And Europe, helpless, is aghast!
(c) Poet in the woods 2020
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