Summers here
heat is up
Disease Is fought
We’ve been caged
Long enough

A cry of lust
Is a cry for youth
Never before has spring been viewed
With such seasonal Indifference

What shouldn’t be is
What is right now
A present state
Of discontent
A feeling typically reserved
For winter is met by the glorious summer
And a passionate high
Let loose our lust
Where the cages this viruses creates doth rust