Extinct.
I thought I’d choose a validated drug to see me through the floods that will soon draw attention from distractions formed by Brexiteers and those whose abject living fears are manufactured by themselves: Heads of countries, industries, feed our homes’ economies, and produce the death that David Attenborough’s explained, over and over and over again – which now knocks on our door.
A virus calls a halt yet still the agitators hate.
What is there to debate?
Extinct – and it’s too late.
