Winds of change blow in
And mark the Ides of March
Deadlines for settling debts
Disappear before our eyes
As a mask of worldwide fear
Notes this moment in time
False thoughts propagated
Manipulate and control
Now souls are congregated
On the Web of mass control
Linked together thru the airwaves
Whose master fell long ago
Some hear the trumpets blowing
Some think they’ve already blown
One thing is for certain
Life will never return
To what we have previously known
E.A. Fussell
03.20.2020
E. A. Fussell 