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.