There used to be orges on the street
They used to be wars of loud bang
Of the songs that filled the street
with raving wails and gnash
Of AKs that drilled our walls
Of thunderous boom
That turned our street to debris
We picked our remains and ran from the street
The orges let us be
In the solace of our neighbours’ borders
There is a new Orge on the street
It is a war of long silence
Of intermittent coughs and sneezes
Of jittery cold and shivers
We left our remains and run from the street
But this Orge won’t let us be
It is roaming our streets and knocking our doors
Disguised as a family or a friend
We can only run within
For its fame is spread abroad
