Will there be Peace

The cobbled streets in the city of spires,  
a mundane morning yet the charm inspires
the high streets of glory, stories of rivendale
Itís just a fantasy, of a young man and his fairy tale
On a grayish day, the perched goblin has its eyes stray
and the crazy faces on the walls hiding away, not to become a prey  
they young man walks, cherishing that gloomy day
as he meets a women that was sweeping his feet away
an ordinary folk would imagine that itís the poetry of bard  
cryptic writings upon the Turl is not taking their worlds apart  
but to the river of Magdelin, to rent a long boat with a punt  
where lovers knock on each other, with a pint after a duck hunt  
such was the craziness living with the spires in the shire  
green meadows with the summers breeze, train ride to Wiltshire  
when Gandalf and Dumbledore, were dancing on the corridor  
a drunk Mary Poppins was hopping from door to door
The Turl and the Turf, was a walk away from the Head of the River
Eagle and Child and the Kings Arms was cold and gave the shivers  
None of these made any sense and Iím having a very high fever
Aches and pains, my energy is totally drained, will I recover  
reality is a turd and nothing about it is actually absurd  
its life throwing you punch, and a sucker punch, yet itís not weird
and the peaceful world comes tumbling down and gets shattered  
droplets of rain, freezing over on its way down, and my world is battered  
the high streetís serenity disappears, an anarchy appears
at the frontiers of a wet market, the craziness of the asymptomatic racket
bootlegging and smuggling the wild animals are playing croupiers
letting the chaos erupt yet protecting those in the elitist bracket
was it a bat or a rat and yet it germinates with the pangolin
hot scotch and rum, a deadly mix when you play the violin  
a contraband in a holiday van, yet no one understands  
Yet at the wet market, where they all took a stand
Itís not just a cold Ms Marygold, itís a virus that can kill us
empire of the sun or twenty one, the planet in 3 months was on its knees
Submitting to an invisible enemy that everyone knows it dangerous  
But I am still concerned, after all of this, will the world remain in peace?
Written by XiaoLong
Published | Edited 19th Jun 2020
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