2020...No one could imagine
how turbulent a tempestuous wind
enters with a whiff, a scent of jasmine.
Winding down the year, can we ever find
an honest man as Diogenes sought
in Athens so long ago; I think nought
to pass without a shred of deception,
in this climate, that is my perception;
no one knows what the future holds, the past
grants us a vision of what is to come.
Given no precedent, our speech is dumb
as a mute child talking in signs, aghast
marking time, the unemployed play a game,
etching strokes on a wall, no one to blame.
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