The very cradle of civilization shaken
As the chandelier of hopes broken
Striving to walk past the outbreak
But a steep blow enabled them weak
Humans beware of crass emotions
For they lead to imbecile motions
Life gone in a blinking haste
Shall not be mended into waste
For they have priced merit
Their kindreds lurged in debt
Losses unnerved readies by further
Time to rise from the privileged weather
As a looming loss seen inevitable
Can be uncertained through stable.
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