O Muzzled Man, the world’s your clan
Our common flag the masks we wear
Viral droplets spread by a fan
Tis the New Flood we all must bear
History pulled down from her mount
Smashed into rubble, then hidden
The past washed in the Lethe fount
Our righteousness raped then ridden
We danced to Satan’s old bonfire
Clothed in the color of our skin
Savages in modern attire
Race lusting our first and last sin
So what to make of this past year
The beaten skulls floating downstream
While paddling the currents of fear
And hoping to wake from this dream?
In God there is darkness and light
All His seasons one and the same
For us darkness is the dawn’s might
The evil a beast we can tame
So look out for the river’s bend
A new year somewhere up yonder
A time for wearied souls to mend
A stream we hope will be fonder
But if the whitewaters persist
For God’s time is never our own
Then smile before the devil’s fist
And know that your life is on loan
An hourglass soul but still so blest
For no fog can hide the next sun
From this nightmare we’ll find our rest
When we see that time is a pun
So let it be this year’s storm
The devil’s horn blowers soon done
And find your peace in your own norm
Your steps your soul shall never shun
Laugh off time as fiddle dee dee
This year is just last year in drag
Your real home is eternity
Where time is a minstrel’s old rag
