A Poem for 2020

Hope and delusion clouded our eyes

As the clock turned over on that night

We would soon find

It was all a lie

Distrust and hatred replaced our clouds

Particles coated our lungs 

A hack and a cough too many fell

Replacing the particles smoke and ash

The country burned 

Homes and lives and all was lost

Distrust returned as the Roc awoke

November, November is all it cried

As we all pointed fingers