The Lesson

'Attention class, today it's history.'

The whack of the pointer on the desk was loud

'The year is 2020, one of mystery.'

A hush overcame the attentive crowd

'People marched in protest, their tread a rumble.

Facing the ratatat enforcement of law.

They proclaimed with pride, not feeling humble.

Without a bleat through throats made raw.'

On another front, the gulp of fear

Expressed frustration over mounting odds

And the humph of those who would not hear,

The snort of self-styled demigods

The tireless effort to prevent the end

Amid the snick and gurgle of medical gear

While family members or a friend

In isolation pray for someone dear

'So class, learn this lesson well.

Be grateful for the changes that came our way

And the wonderful stories we will tell

When looking back on a better day.'