As days turn over again and again
The world opens like a book,
We rise from different nations
With similar threats and needs,
There are whispers, there are rumours
The looks of abject fear and terror,
Some exhausted, mentally broken
Having found it difficult to sleep,
A sea of humanity seeking purpose
Layers of meaning and understanding,
Carrying a myriad of values, diverse beliefs
The cry speaks in a million of accents,
Of triumphs, and disappointment
Of convictions, of negotiations,
Releasing a variety of reasons and emotion
Dropping a smile here, shedding a tear there,
Giving thanks to workers, fighting for our lives
The torch of humanity illuminating joy cheated eyes,
Everyone of intrinsic value, forgive the Covid deniers
Let hope rain down, to help overcome the barriers,
In moments of transition carved with mutability
Facing forwards with unity, find pathways of tranquility,
'Carved with mutability'...love it! This is a great poem, thanks Dave :)
ReplyDeleteFrom Miranda, btw ;)
DeleteAh nice one Miranda,cheers for appreciation,
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