The atmosphere is chill.

The atmosphere is chill

This is a bitter pill to swallow

We must believe, now in unreal times

Onward! Onward! We must travel.

Fate dictates this, as the world unravels

No point taking the high moral ground

Bite the bullet as we go to ground.

Traffic and trade across world suspended.

They have no wish to exaggerate

Those on whom we depend

We may be weary of spirit

Yet must believe that again we will prosper.

Our hearts may be heavy and weary

For those loved, parted and departed

They are the ones who give us strength

To continue this fight, we must believe

That evil will be defeated, we have much to achieve.

© Chris Black.

24th March 2020

Poetry from The Man Shed

~The Poet’s Poet~

7 thoughts on “The atmosphere is chill.

      1. I keep meaning to Chris. I have the desire, finding the time has been challenging. The coronavirus isolation could provide the time, but at the moment I am crazy busy with client assignments — which is good, no complaints here.

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