Thursday, December 10, 2020

Socialist Sonnet No. 11


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.


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