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2020

An ode to twenty-twenty,
A requiem for the dead,
It creeps,
Invisible, opaque,
It made the world halt to a fast break.
This virus mocks us,
It is the very definition of cynical,
Satirical, ironic,
It laughs in the face of mercy and relishes in the
demise of us,
Humans.
It is an ally of nature, it allows the birds to sing, the
plants to grow,
As it mocks us from the other side of our windows,
Tapping at the glass.
Who knew?
Who knew that the world would flourish without
us?
How the plants grin, how the sky sings,
With the melody of the clouds, swaying side to
side,
As we sit in a vegetative state,
In our man-made world,
In our brick fortress A Story
Locked to others from the inside.
Are we really social creatures? A young girl asked, “Can you tell me a story?”
Or is that an idiom used far too much to validate A lady replied “Of course, sit down little Lori”
our fast-paced lives? This story is about a germ we called Covid
There is something bittersweet laced in this virus, It made people scared, it made people livid
It has reminded us that we are not the only ones It took over the world, it took over our lives
on this planet, There were new rules like no high fives
So, we should leave some room for our insects, It was sad, I won’t lie to you
our nature, our animals, There were tears being shed, quite a few
Be the democracy, not the dictator. There were queues of distant, hidden faces
For empty buildings or silent places
Faye Richardson, Y9 The news was filled with sadness and doom
Meadowhead People began to see the endless gloom
Restrictions were lifted, restrictions were set
People got bored, so they ordered a pet
The outside world got attention, more than before
Nature was happy to open its door
Finally, there was a cure, things looked good
There was a better future, we were glad we
Withstood
Covid was gone, people were free
There’s away out, a golden key
This started sad but ended in glory
So how was that for a story Lori
The girl replied, “It was great. But is it true?”
And the lady said “It’s as real as me and you.”

Anya Barrett, Y7
Meadowhead

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