When The Dead Are Dying Who Really Cares?

 
What will we see? Will the world around us change? Will the life we now take for granted be over? What things will have to change? How many people will survive this?
Is the disease, Coronavirus, COVID-19, the grim reaper, or just a hybrid flu?

A hybrid flu, what could that mean?
Has this virus, this disease, morphed into a people killer, life taker? Has it become the eraser? Should we be concerned? Should we panic?
If we do neither, what does that mean?

How will, how are, people coping?

Are the multitudes ignoring the severity; the old, ‘it can’t happen to me’, could be the human race’s Achilles heel?

If we all pretend, if we all convince ourselves that this is someone else’s problem, how quickly will it become ours? If we do not look at this seriously, if people do not take notice the world will be gripped in a narcissistic existence. Should we not be coming to our senses, awakening to this very real threat?

It is not enough to just wash our hands, we need to think, to look at life on a whole new level.
This situation can quite easily get out of hand. We are the only people that can stop this in its tracks.

Or it will stop us in ours.

Do we accept, should we accept that is it OK to just fade away?

If we were to be at war, with another country; if we were to be at war, from an external threat; would we not all mobilise? Would we not all stand to, would we not rise to the challenge to protect our lives?

Riots, greed and hoarding are not the way for us to survive this.

The few should not have more than the many because without the many, the few have nothing.