2020 Vision, a poem by Abhinav Aradhi

Our shattered world,

Fractured by a cruel virus.

Riots and races,

All for the lack of trust.

 

Blue devils kneeled down,

Our horrified faces were masked.

Isolation took grip of Gaea,

As we all holed up near our chilling hearths.

 

A wicked orange at the top,

And the desperate shaking of his precarious throne.

Down he fell,

As all lousy leaders do.

 

Yet, through it all, Elpis shined through.

Communities became like latticework,

And the bonds of humanity grew tighter.

Earth became a spider web full of friendly flies.

 

We all danced in a masquerade ball,

And we all got stabbed by needles.

Those who didn’t were shamed,

As rightfully determined by the public.

 

Slowly, creepingly,

Progress arises, like ivy on stone.

A rebound is inevitable,

And reform shall follow.

 

These two years have been muddled,

Obfuscated by all of our traumas and troubles.

A deathly black viral crown rested on Terra’s head,

And around the globe, the plague awoke.

 

Now, as Progress rises up to its apex,

Together we crawl, in life’s perpetual race.