Another cough, another cough, another;
It seems as if the whole world were a cough.
And hardly anyone bothers to smother
Their cough within an elbow; they go off
As if their illness couldn't pass by air.
Yet we know better, or we should by now;
We have a common duty, common care.
If there's a way--and yes, we all know how--
You shouldn't spread your sickness to the crowd.
And yet how soon we all forget the way;
How quickly what was once proclaimed out loud
Becomes a whisper, hidden from the day:
Concern for others, once a common cause
Is now considered overreach of laws.
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