The Virus 2020
The Virus 2020
Written: by Miracle Man
2/8/2021
Twenty-twenty was a year of mere existence,
things we loved doing was met with resistance.
Life as we’d known it had came to a stop,
and you can’t, you must, came from the top.
Each day some new narrative needed clarifying,
It was a time of uncertainty, countless dying.
Professionals searched daily to shorten its stay,
and political shortcomings were causing a fray.
Numerous Jobs were lost as businesses went under,
and anxiety and depression as torn many asunder.
Schools went virtual and many bills went unpaid,
some visualize no future as thoughts are weighed.
This past year’s path was speed bumps and pot holes,
hatred, not God’s love, was possessing men’s souls.
We faced problems daily without formal resolution,
Lord, help us each day, to be a part of the solution.
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