A New Orge on the Street

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

 

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