When the enemy attacks we do our best to thwart it's worst intentions, to protect the ones we love from those heinous crimes. Collectively, we can recall the times when mutual love was founded on respect, solidarity being the crucial test. We're now, somehow, in defensive mode, the gains we made are cruelly taken back to feed a monster gleeful in it's pride, hubristic, a skipping, gloating stride as it mounts a frontal, brute attack upon the sense of our social code. We know, these days, this disease will fail to undermine our will to carry on, though now the bugle blows for our retreat. The occupation of each local street is temporary, this blight, it will be gone, we will re-energise, we will derail the fatuous assertions that it makes. We'll be like the warriors of old who linked their shields together in defiance, sought in each other, comradely reliance, disciplined, brave and self controlled, ready when our spirit reawakes.