It started with a muddled bat
Or so they say
Could also been a not so secret lab
Some scream - there's just no way
A week became a month
A month became a year
Plane tickets - no refund
The globe was high on fear
The media exploded
Some presidents went nuts
Some news were miss reported
Great time for budget cuts
Souls left without a warning
Last chances were erased
The air was full of mourning
Pain too strong to be faced
We stayed home, stayed disinfected
Wore masks, correctly.. incorrectly
Some families were gruesomely affected
Some futures- redefined though indirectly
Life is too fragile, way too short
We quickly got that part
But after months of crowd less tv sport
It seems we're not particularly smart
Still pointlessly disputing on the net
Creating chaos with a single post
Still willing everything to bet
While knowing we will hurt the most
The last 12 months were quite obscene
Quite challenging no doubt
Humanity is promised new vaccine
Big business sweet bail out
But soon we'll smell the better air
Oh wait... that's for another time
In all honesty and to be fair
It seems that no one gives a damn
Soon we'll be rid of the confusing bans
Mask freed, handshaked and hugged
But, please don't make any long term plans
A new strain surprisingly could get us fu***d
Irina Pandeva
2021
The way you use the art make m to feel the paintings the way they describe themselves. keep it up