Just a little prick and all will be well
With everything back to the way it was,
Those halcyon days that were lost because
Pandemic’s proved difficult to dispel.
We the builders, the makers, make great play
Of how the future can be shaped by our will,
Creators of wonders, yet we were still
Humbled by a mere mote of RNA.
Such hubris has been set aside by need,
For progress demands cooperation.
The cure hasn’t come from a single nation,
But insight and labour shared to succeed.
Those weren’t halcyon days we had before;
So, look forward to achieving much more.