Oh where have all the flowers gone, while the women and the mothers of the earth weep so bitterly over this?

Oh where have all the blessing gone so suddenly, while big as well as small investors weep bitterly over this?

Oh where have all the good health gone, while the world population, so terrified, weep over the new disease?

Oh where have all the power of the big ones gone, with the health of their armies and police soon gone, will the kings weep alone behind locked doors?

Oh where are all the hospitals going, look the big germ opposes them tremendously in every regard.

Oh where have all the airlines gone, while the Jetsetters and world travelers weep so sad over this?

Oh where have all the pubs gone, yes will all the pleasure seekers so discontented, so alone?

Oh where have all the residents of nursing homes gone so suddenly, without funeral address, gone to mass graves, each one of them went there?

Oh where have all the useless sports gone now, yes with the Olympic Games of twenty-twenty probably also gone?

Oh where have the pope with all his churches gone, while congregation members now in quarantine, have to pray and weep alone?

So where have all the beautiful flowers gone, with all the women and mothers weeping sadly over this? Have they all gone to the rubbish dumps, yes, almost all of them, every so carefully cultivated one?