Summer 2020

The New Year came, all hopeful and aglow,

And Spring soon followed, flowers in her hair,

But she would raise the curtain on a show:

a tragedy, a year beyond compare.

As sickness spread, the people went inside

And screens became the newest hub for life,

But streets were filled because we cannot hide

From systems causing silenced voices strife.

This year has turned us to the looking glass

And shown us how to see our puppet strings;

The dawn has come and now we all must ask,

Will change occur unless we spread our wings?

For on the wall, the looking glass contains

The way to fix our problems and our pains.