“For those of us who were inundated with fear,
That of a benign prodigy of sorts in our minds,  
Must we praise the methodically overgrown world?  
As we once gathered acorns in the park on spring days,

Chafes that are as deserted homesteads exiled,
As that of a salty oblivion awaited the others,
When stomachs are full we fear of dyspepsia,
When our abdomens are barren are we aghast,

When we are loved we are timid love will fade,
Only memories of moments we were together,
Rebound in thought to the concert of music,
For all of us this instant and of this triumph,

As we once watched those yachts and ships,
Fluttered flared leaves now over the scarred earth,
It may not remain when the sunsets we are afraid,
As we are aghast will the sun rise come anew?

NO we are in fact meant to survive and triumph,
As we now the emigrants may be going nowhere,
We must now laud this gray and mutilated world,  
That heavy-footed hope to silence us no it will not,
As we have survived this JUBILANCE of LIFE”
By Andrew Guzaldo 01/05/2020 © #184