The streets were full of buses and cars,
Now they are full of grief and scars.
The streets were full of shouting and beeping,
Now they are filled with sirens and weeping.
The view from the Shard and the London Eye turning,
Now online school is our best way of learning.
Play fighting with our friends and rolling on the floor,
Now hugging and high-fiving are against the law.
The bell on a shop door ringing around the block,
Now most products are all out of stock.
Now our best chance of surviving is staying two metres apart,
We know our family belong in our hearts!
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The Apocalypse
PoetryA poem about London before and during coronavirus. Stay safe! Stay strong!
