The candle’s flame is steady –
burning brightly, burning true.
It lifts its light for all the world.
It lifts its light for you.
The candle’s flame is steady –
burning brightly, burning true.
It lifts its light for all the world.
It lifts its light for you.
Google’s voice is chipper.
She’s quite eager to explain:
Today it’s only cloudy,
but, tomorrow, there’ll be Rain!
Putin’s War is a nasty war….
…shows the evil one man can do.
No one in the world can harness him….
…he does what he wants to do.
My gate blew open in the wind –
wide enough for you to enter.
It’s an invitation to come in.
It must be the end of winter.
May slumber overtake you.
May your rest be soft and deep.
May the angels hover o’er you
to protect you as you sleep.
May your dreams be
filled with rainbows.
May bright sunshine fill your skies.
May the night bring rest and comfort
till you open up your eyes.
The COVID threat’s abating.
It won’t ever go away.
Nine hundred sixty thousand dead –
the count of yesterday.
Our world has been forever changed.
Lives disrupted. Re-arranged.
We’ll go about our daily task….
and, we’ll no longer wear a mask.
They don’t seem to mention COVID when reporting on Ukraine.
Is the epidemic raging midst the carnage and the pain?
The question’s nagging at me. It’s one I can’t ignore.
Does the Virus take vacation when two armies go to war?
Today is only Yesterday.
It’s just a step ahead.
Today will be Tomorrow
after just a night in bed.
Our Guv says: COVID’s handled.
So, at midnight, we’re unmasked.
The worst is now behind us
‘cause we’ve done as we were asked.
Six million dead around the world…
it’s been a long two years.
We’ve hid and isolated
and we’ve raged and shed some tears.
Most have worked together,
done our part, and we’ve complied.
While a few have shouted “Freedom!”
as their neighbors failed and died.
Putin’s War is an ugly war.
He decides that others must die.
So, he sends his tanks and planes to kill–
while he is well-fed, comfy, and dry.