They sang songs-They laughed and danced and lit fires-
On the edge of Oceans-
They joined in their Madness with the Moon-
They made Plans.
Plans to Love-and not to Hate-
Plans to Give-and not to Take away-
Plans to be Blind- to the Colour of Man’s skin.
They were complete.
As Day began to dawn-Tartarus came- plunging Them into Darkness-
Now they wait -for Light must Surely follow-
There are Plans to be made.
We no longer dare to make Plans as Our World enters a third Pandemic year.