Weapons of Echolocation

Finally, after a millennium, we've regained a wisp of wisdom a dollop of humble. the mirage of 2020 vision... Now we see the black depths of our division. We've looked at our souls from many sides. Crushed the truth and exposed the lies, as earth's jesters juggle rings of viral fire. Fifty brittle stars so easily cracked by five yellow barbs and a two faced rat. and the echolocation of a wet market bat. Donning the mask of ancient plagues, only the wise can see the shimmering grace, as now all the world looks much the same. We're just graying-complacent children. Ignoring ghost of our parents and grandparents... "Never trust the red hand of a communist ogre who tanks his people and crushes their vote." 20/20 contest Etched on 5/22/20