This is like a time of the impossible
When hatred is exposed to the light
The photo is published in the news syndicate
So people can see how a creature of the night
Slavers over its prey in its dark den
This is a time of the impossible
When selfishness is exposed like woodworm
When the rotten wood is left untreated
And selfishness becomes a pain in the heart
Spring is in the air
The days are lengthening
There are the sounds and colours of nature
And the sun is warm and bright
Yet mankind is in a crisis
We pass on a virus to each other
We die by the handfuls everyday
And we use money like beads
If I live through this crisis
If I survive this plague
How can I learn to understand it?
How can I prepare for the worst?
