Send no flowers wilting from emissions grown.
No visitors connected to digital phones.
No kind words spoken,
The words now, just tokens.
No miracle hope
From pharmacy dope
No prayers from religions
Who’s money is the mission.
Where have all the nurses gone?
They’re here, compassion stayed at home.
Call a doctor the World Is dying
Only the heavens seem to be crying.
It won’t be long now they say. Any day… Any day.