Who has a better chance to live
Or who is to die--
Unmasked, finally, we wear fresh masks
And wash our hands more vigorously
Than the Fourth Witch or the Fifth Governor:
In isolation, let us sanitise our senses
And redraw the route map of our lives--
Face to face with an enemy we cannot see
Or hear, but who is there, waiting for us to step out,
And to step in along with us.
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