Plague

Times are hard
The walls are clashing down people are getting more money but prices are rising
Social interactions band
Sit and play on your electrics charge your brain it needs to be plugged in
Masks to be worn are faces are becoming materialistic part off  are morfing
By where all scared of the sneezes 
​​​​​​They turn into wheezes 
Mass Graves and ceremony to bless are souls
The human race is dying out but are we becoming apolstry or robots
I don't no  let's sleep all sleep in cots  
We need to relearn the norms off society