It was the year 2020
As it drew toward a close
Much uncertainty lingered
Everyone was searching
Who had the answers
Nobody knows
Would Covid-19 be overcome
Through vaccine
Would the United States of America
Ever know who the president
Really was
Is
Was
Will the age of Aquarius
Usher in the dawn
Of Universal Love
People were clinging to hope
Beyond reason
That things would change
Get back to normal
Not seeing that normal pre-Covid
Was
Forever
Gone
A new normal was evolving
With no evidence
Of what that would be
So many harmful messages
Messages of fear
Messages of racial hate
Messages to distance
Meanwhile everyone
Was being tied and bound
By digital connection
If only they could see
That it was all an illusion
Painted by written scripts and
Squawking media parrots
Designed to herd them into
A mass movement of submission
As they suffered their helplessness
In the comfort of their home
Yes, the future would look
Much different from the past
Freedom
Would no longer be fought for
On the battlefield of earth
The stakes had risen much higher
The battle cry went unheard
As armies were scrambling
Into position
A new band of soldiers emerged
Armed with technology
And advanced techniques
Designed to control
The most valuable thing
Ever known to man
The battlefield of his
Mind
E.A. Fussell
12.26.2020
E. A. Fussell 