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The Year of Fear, of cancellations.

Canceled life plans, ambitions.
Facing transmissions, needing physicians.
Metered distancing suspicions
Now gone any normal days, ways or means,
In living out our hopeful dreams.
A year of stress and death and misery.
A year that defines the mortality
Of a new reality.
Of dire futility.
To be remembered as is the plague
One to face with choices vague.
Of frightful fear.
The year we lost those held dear
Locked away in /'/social/'/ prison,
in a self imposing isolation mission.
viewing now with 20-20 vision
that hopefully, not tradition.
As we face the imposed fortnight,
Looking for the tunnels distant light.
Judging those that have us in their power,
All too often from their ivory tower.
But who and what afflicted us thus?
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Seeing 20-20, a year of wasn't s
Date: Tuesday, 7th April 2020 @ 03:36:10 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: pooper
.Twenty -Twenty a year of eliminations.
The Year of Fear, of cancellations.

Canceled life plans, ambitions.
Facing transmissions, needing physicians.
Metered distancing suspicions
Now gone any normal days, ways or means,
In living out our hopeful dreams.
A year of stress and death and misery.
A year that defines the mortality
Of a new reality.
Of dire futility.
To be remembered as is the plague
One to face with choices vague.
Of frightful fear.
The year we lost those held dear
Locked away in /'/social/'/ prison,
in a self imposing isolation mission.
viewing now with 20-20 vision
that hopefully, not tradition.
As we face the imposed fortnight,
Looking for the tunnels distant light.
Judging those that have us in their power,
All too often from their ivory tower.
But who and what afflicted us thus?
Ask and wonder is/was it us?

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