I know what you are thinking
You’re wondering what’s the fuss?
Your world is drastically shrinking
And you’ve suddenly become a recluse
Your outings in public together
Without masks, distance, or rules
Means a resulting increase of pressure
On us all, you ignorant fools
But if you knew her like I do
It would change your point of view
How can I speak of her malevolence?
She’s cunning, mercurial and quick
How much more do you need as evidence
than thousands dead or critically sick?
If you could see her through my PPE
Witness the pain and the grief she inflicts
You wouldn’t perhaps be so cavalier
As to treat deaths as just statistics
If only you knew her like I do
It would change your point of view
I don’t understand why you think it’s all lies
Can’t fathom how you’ve quite got the gall
For if you could see her through my eyes
She wouldn't look fake newsish at all
Jude
(Inspired by If You Could See Her Through My Eyes – Cabaret, 1966, lyrics by Fred Ebb)
