Weapons of Echolocation
Finally, after a millennium,
we've regained a wisp of wisdom
a dollop of humble.
We see the black depths of our division.
We've looked at our souls from many sides.
put truth on pedestal 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.
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 ghostly lessons of our fore mothers and fathers.
"Never trust the red hand of a communist ogre
who tanks his people and crushes their vote and hope."
20/20 contest
Etched on 5/22/20
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