Cometh the hour,
where is the man?
The turbulence in Wuhan' lungs
Who has heard?
The tears in Lombardi's eyes
Who has wiped?
The sneeze from Madrid's nostrils
Who could stand?
The Big Ben may say its 2pm
And the queen gullible in her hive,
Much like the rest of us;
The time is exactly what WHO says it is.
Cometh the contagion,
where is the vaccine?
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