Are the lights still beautiful
In New York city
Does Delhi still have its vegetable vendors
Does India have rooms for the lost and lonely
Or is the highway to Hell
Paved with the souls of many
Does Times Square still have the buskers
Or has music left the air with pollution
Do Frenchmen still have confidence
Or do they smoke cigarettes and drink coffee
All in stressed out in the colonnades of Paris
Do the regulars at the Louvre still come
To celebrate Van Gogh and Da Vinci
Or do they mourn the dead elderly in Italy
Is the burial of an ostrich
Or the hiding of a chameleon in plain sight
The inspiration we get from courageous
Mother nature
Or will hope see us through
The wrath of the almighty
Finally, we will not believe in archangels
Only destiny waits for the plenty
As the beach of heaven
Turns moss into emerald
Every time a life is saved
From the storm of life
The crimson cloud chooses
In the info-demic
No one can keep a secret
But, do you want to know a secret?

You can make a difference
But, why should the aged eagle stretch it's wings...