Page 66 - Everyone a Writer Anthology 2021

Fatigued and Vetoed

The days, the weeks, the months, even that year when we suffered fatigue,
The barren buildings stripped of all life, the stadiums’ silence decayed the league,
A mimic of the plague, a forbidden, forgotten landscape,
The tranquil world around, the trapped ways of living seemed hard to escape.

But still, through the spyglass will always live hope,
Even as it crumbles, or we decline the slope,
Let us live in unity, and together we will proceed,
Focus on future, it’ll come, guaranteed.

When we’ve been trapped inside, locked behind our own lives,
Let’s hope from friends, family and strangers that their aspiration derives,
We miss the days out, supporting the local or childhood team,
Instead these days it’s just GOAL! with a smile and a gleam.

But still, through the spyglass will always live hope,
Even as it crumbles, or we decline the slope,
Let us live in unity, and the earth will be healing,
Focus on future, it’ll come, I have that feeling.

But still we are drowned, still missing something, still missing some things,
At test matches, without the crowd, wickets taken, Archer, Axar and Cummins,
Family trips, picnics in the park, weeks of Greek Isles, Spain or France holidays,
Going on tour, bouncing at concerts, or getting lost in the maze of Maise.

But still, through the spyglass will always live hope,
Even as it crumbles, or we decline the slope,
Let us live in unity, and always believe
Focus on future, it’ll come, I never try to deceive.

The scorching sun went into hiding, hiding in fear and dismay,
Terror watched on, continuing his paralyzing display,
An eerie fog loomed over us and our beloved home,
As terror watched on, and began to finish his roam.

But still, through the spyglass will always live hope,
Even as it crumbles, or we decline the slope,
Let us live in unity, and always believe
Focus on future, it’ll come, I never try to deceive.

Sonny Owens, Y8
Meadowhead

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