In this hour
As our foolishness descends
And of our friends
Are only foes
We scarce can comprehend our woes
Then close your wings
Around these sacred things
And weep for us
In this year
When sanity gave way to fear
And all comes clear
This wretched fate
We only understand too late
Please close your wings
And from the seat of heaven sing
And weep for us
(c) Helen Valentina 2020