Everything is quickly changing
Social lives are rearranging
Stopping time will not contain it
Staying in may help us tame it
Butterflies continue flying
Right above the panicked crying
Some of us may think we’re special
But this illness proves us reckless
Many make their efforts known
Some act only for their own
While a certain, careful few
Day by day they grow –and you
See them shining from the trenches
They keep rising from the benches
Say it’s time to face the game
Which itself is the wrong name
For what’s happening among us
Is no game or trick to fool us
But a tragic realization
That we’re mortal and need saving