Lift the Lockdown
By: Joe Morris
The Poem
The nation awaits
That appointment with
Destiny, now or never
Breathless, expectant,
Nervous anticipation
Poised to be released
From captivity
It’ll never work
Oh yes it must
We forge ahead
With the customary
Routines of old
When the world
Was young then
Long ago nostalgic
Echoes of reminiscence
But then right up to
Date, modern,
The mainstream themes
Colour in cheeks
Healthy, visionary eyes
Gazing ahead at
Far distant horizons
With optimism etched
On once furrowed wrinkles
That were grey, gaunt
Lost in a haggard slump
Where none knew why
But clung onto the shreds
Of falling confetti of hope
Drifting, falling, tumbling down
The slopes that promised so much
Then declined further
Although we never threw in
The towel and surrendered
But on Monday morning we will
Launch again into the much coveted
Framework of familiarity, motions
Forward, progressive skies, a future
Decorated with jasmine scented
Bushes, smiles of our time,
Laughter soaring over branch
And leaf once bowed with age
Then revived since humanity
Came back to life after months
And months of not knowing
When to play the game again
Allowed to reach for bewildered
Stars that could ever have conceived
That it would ever happen
In the way it did.
Virus restrictions, a cumbersome
Weight on our thoughts and
Wearisome minds that could never
Accept this invasion that perhaps
Hung around
For so long and will continue to do
So but only on the surface of our
Masked immediate futures
But perhaps it will go away
Permanently and never come back
To haunt our memories so
Serene we set out once again
Oh, into the pathways of gold,
And shimmering brocade
A celebration of silk with its
Timeless reminders that life
Would always flourish if
Darkness hung over the land
We party through the night
Togetherness, complete.
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