i.<\/p>\n
Our songs will not be lost.<\/p>\n
That euphoric declaration of twenty twenty,<\/p>\n
a new decade set to bear new wings,<\/p>\n
painted on walls of grand introspection.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Yet, the songs were going to peel off.<\/p>\n
At the wake of the decade\u2019s first quarter,<\/p>\n
a pandemic flew in like unidentified flying objects,<\/p>\n
with an airplane too big for the landing field.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
ii.<\/p>\n
You know how it looks, don\u2019t you?<\/p>\n
That invisible crown walking like a king,<\/p>\n
snuffing lives, halting man, closing earth,<\/p>\n
like a whirlwind high up to the heavens.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
You see, it craves ignorance like lust,<\/p>\n
Seeking victims of the sin of hindsight.<\/p>\n
Go ahead and be clothed in the veil of precautions<\/p>\n
and the invisible crown will fly around without perching on your head.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
iii.<\/p>\n
Man up, woman up;<\/p>\n
there is a weak spot in everything, lying aloof.<\/p>\n
Puncture those balloons of paleness<\/p>\n
and let them hiss aimlessly out of your space.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
iv.<\/p>\n
Ashes have gone round.<\/p>\n
Some blown into the air, like blinding dust;<\/p>\n
some bottled in domestic columbaria;<\/p>\n
some stuck, like glue, under earth\u2019s feet.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s time for a dive out of these ashes.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
v.<\/p>\n
Let the arms gather, visible assemblies on the battle line.<\/p>\n
Let the armies be adjured into action.<\/p>\n
Let the swords take out all the jaundiced emotions that heap ashes beneath your feet.<\/p>\n
The pandemic must have a weak spot somewhere.<\/p>\n
The pandemic must have a weak spot somewhere.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
vi.<\/p>\n
Our songs will not be lost.<\/p>\n
With fright thrown into the furnace,<\/p>\n
with ignorance fleeing from us,<\/p>\n
with earth healing beyond the ashes,<\/p>\n
our songs will not be lost.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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