The day was bright,
as sun travelled,
across the skies,
towards the ground.

It'll be alright,
said tidy man,
how free of woe,
although screenbound

So many died,
whilst waiting for
medical team's
vechicle's sound

But oh the might,
of tidy men,
that fight to make,
their speech profound

They think they're right,
because they rule,
long time ago,
by vote were crowned

But now the streets,
are full of us,
their blood will flow,
their kin be drowned