Oh, in these times of
multiple crossroads, the blind
now sees through the fog

In this cacophony
bouncing echoes of babble
the deaf hears afar

And they act like ghosts
slitting through the commonwealth
as visible ghosts

Yet, in these mean times
their harvests drain into seas
their foolery bare

As thoughts and wishes
actions and providence rise
to reset the norm

*Inspired by the text prompt