Musings on Victory-in-Europe DAY, 2020
I woke up this morning,
And found myself humming
The strains of a World War II song;
Which dreamt of birds over
The white cliffs of Dover,
“Tomorrow…” when peace came along,
With joy and with laughter,
And peace ever after…
“Tomorrow…”, sighed this wistful song.
‘Twas then German Fascists,
Those self-declared racists,
Who’ brought the free world to its knee;
Now a germ, a new virus,
Unseen and insidious,
Spreads quickly with fe-ro-city.
Sans rifle or cannon
This unbridled dragon
Does kill with such impunity.
Are we in the mood then,
To dream of a time when
We’ll wake to a challenging day?
Or shall we just dream on
Of blue birds, a bright dawn,
And live through another “locked” day?
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