We wonder now should we worry When everything seemed in control But now with a quick review It was us who sold our soul Oh, the delights of progress The ease of getting along Now crumble with delight before us While we listen to familiar songs All of the things taken for granted And walked over by the haughty few Have been put aside and vanished The effects of this virus flu Who can sing out with joy? Bells are basically silenced Church doors locked for protection Loners appear in defiance Normalcy has been abdicated You hear the list of excuses None however stand up to muster None with confidence will exude We are in a medley of dismalness Searching for an ounce of trust All of the signs of arrogance Have disappeared like surface dust We weep forgetting our blessings Spend time singing the blues Never remembering those others Who suffered by our collective abuse Now we’re just part of the masses No one stands out in the crowd And for you there is no relief No matter if your shouts are loud You wait your turn like others The ones you used to despise When this affair with hell if over You’ll pray that you’re able to rise Stanski April 1, 2020 ^
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Steve Haarman 