Twenty-Twenty

Twenty-twenty, why didn't you abide by centuries-old rules required to exist? Why was it prudent to run and then hide; protocol, you felt, was there to resist Painfully we hid and Earth hung her head, as Covid invaded, flaunting with flair. Breath came uneasily, many were dead; no place to hide, fear was filling the air. A terrible legacy your year leaves, standing with famine, flu, polio's fears. We shook ourselves from depression and grief, buried our loved ones, dried most of our tears. So, Twenty-One, what good news do you say? Can we, at last, turn that chapter's sad page, come out of hiding to sunshine and play? Wait--Delta is shouting, "I want the stage!" Move over, climate, our allies won't mind. Refugees, craziness, anti-vax scam, egotism, lies, hate everywhere we find I'm beginning to see why Twenty ran.