At the start, plans for trips and socializing we had all made
Surely the shackles of the dreaded phage were frayed
But yet again faces reflected sorrow and again hopes were dismayed
After a horrendous and torturous night,
We saw a sliver of light, we thought that the day was in sight
Yet it was only the moon and the night went on and on
On and on until we truly believed we shall no longer ever see dawn.
Each day passed like its predecessors,
The monotony of life was clear to see, and we found no transgressors
Every day we saw the dead represented as only numbers
On a chart, while we waited for the decision makers to break slumbers
We saw the corpses on rivers
We heard the agonising scream and terrified whispers
The helplessness choked all and spread faster the bane itself
While we were fed a lie of hope, by ourselves
And yet again we forgot, the lessons learnt in the spring
When we went out and stopped living in the tightest of rings
And yet again in the system of joy, the fetters again engulfed us
And again we started living the life of an exile, with life again soporific and tedious
Will this everlasting cycle ever end?
By fate are we to be abandoned?
Will we finally next year breathe freedom?
Will detoxification happen of the venom?
Will we ever break the yokes on our hands?
Or yet again will be left to rue about the distant memory strands
2022, And yet again plans for trips are made
We again hope that the phage has become frayed
Will again faces reflect sorrow and hopes be dismayed?
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