The week has to have a weekend Days have to have a tomorrow And goodbye to yesterday’s/ In turns will bring the months to an end/
What do we have to face moving forward setbacks and more worried looks in the bystanders eyes.. When all is set and done, we have to say grace We have to look up every morning and whisper to the skies.
The news broadcaster’s never speak of genuine love, They only wishes to be littered, While, begging folks to do their part The cooing of the dark lonely dove a symbol that there’s is no more love in ones heart during the these stressful day/
Ten o’clock curfew at night,\/ Essentials workers must only be seen at dawn/ No more than ten to twelve people on sight/ And large outstanding gathering must be gone/
Black Friday’s deals, window shopping strolls Everything seem on hold, the biggest black hole of 2020/ And nothing spoke to me: not even a 60 inch flatscreen TV/
Let’s take a page from the Jewish customs Bury the dead in the next seventy two hours/ All November traditions is limit/ Thanksgiving Day a Tic, tok
All Saints Day, All Souls Day, Mischief Night, Bonfire Night Once you take down the statues, of useless figures Would History of the injustices will be erase/