By: Donovan Martin Jr
No, Omicron will not be gone
Within the coming year
In fact, it seems, and science deems
It may not disappear
And moreover, torrid weather
Has become quite normal
We see less snow, hurricanes blow
Deaths of trees and coral
Some like to gaze, at future days
Just hoping all turns well
Others ditch hope, and like to mope,
Groan, “Future will be hell”
Bells still chime and carols rhyme
Amidst the Christmas season
Blind rage and fear for fates unclear
Lacks merit and good reason
Exact caution? That must be done.
The future’s dangerous
Experts that test? They research best
In them we inlay trust
As climate change and COVID strains,
Mutate and ‘come severe
Our healths worsen, and each person
Must become far, more near
This does not mean, groups of fourteen
Join a household of ten
And congregate in groups of eight
All cramped in a small den
It means to share, and extend care
To listen and to learn
To help who need; to treat, to feed
To satiate who yearn
Just vaccinate.
T’is a way great To boost immunity
And give a call, it may seem small,
But’s loved by family
Now ’22, though a year new
Could mimic ’21
But it could be, the chance that we
See our problems undone
If we resort to true effort,
Care from this Christmas on,
Though issues may not go away
Together, we’ll be strong
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