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The new and not-so-divine - opposing the second lockdown - a poem. |
| Hardy heresy, marveling In echoing amounts - A vacant display, forever strewn; And an affirmed, corresponding vitriol. The holiday’s swooping criminality Begging for latitude - A veritable patent performing Dazzling correspondences. A pickled drizzle, These craven jewels Observing painful loathing. Life is further removed From the victory of science While noticing the horrific, Senseless scale Demonstrated. Its effortless impact groped By humanity’s glowing energy. A contradiction of resolve, Unlikely and certainly pronounced - And a volition with poise - The under-the-radar Of a devastating demise Proving that professorial reasoning, Most evident during these climbs, Shall hold no one down Injured by these gruesome decays. |