We had high hopes for rainy days
2020 the year of making many hays
Success stories for better days
It was time to put in the work with no delays
That vision came short of a memory lane
No external precautions, it was the year of no blame
We were ready for the fire, in fact we came with our own flame
It was no pain no gain, Thus we could do it all over again
We were short handed by our blind sight
Ignorant to nature of the wind like a flying kite
We decided to be arrogant and the world took the bite
Now that vision is burning like a candle light
It is not yet dark to say the least
They feed our fears to calm the beast
They’re taking us back to account for our sins
It is 2020 but it’s C-19
Unity always has a charm for peace
We Unite in quarantine to kill the beast
Like the animals we caged, karma is making us pay
How ironic that isolated unity with family is the key
Why pass such opportunity that is the means to live
In respect to others that want to survive
A 14 day luck down with loved ones is not hard a gift to give
As we all speak the same language –The coronaVirus
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