When this is over

When this is all over, will we really party in the street,
With thousands dead and the country out on its feet?
Jobs gone, livelihoods stripped bare,
And we'll drink Champagne without a care.
Will we raise a glass to an absent friend
Whose life came to a premature end?

When this is all over, will we recall,
Those people who literally lost it all.
Away from family, away from friends,
Was this how it's supposed to end?
Mums and dads and daughters and sons
Gone forever, every one.

When this is all over, will our lives still be the same,
Or business as usual all over again?
Will be still worship false idols and heroes,
From football players to celebrity zeroes?
Or do we look to a better world where
The real heroes are the ones who care?

When the body count has finally been filed
Will we really want to holler and smile
And look back at a the darkest of times
When people died without reason, without rhyme
For thousands of us there will be nothing to celebrate
Because the end of Covid-19 had come just too late.