RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CORONAVIRUS SERIES
We Will Overcome
We are backed against the wall
A pit of vipers at our feet
Outnumbered and outgunned
We are staring at defeat
But we strengthen our resolve
As the battle is not done
We swear on all that’s sacred
We will overcome
From a summer of blazing fire
To the winter of the freeze
We can hardly remember when
Our lives were blessed with ease
We have endured the great pandemic
We will survive the next disease
Fire wind ice and thunder
An explosion of the sun
Whatever nature nurtures
We will overcome
The preachers cry for mercy
Prophets hang their heads
Undertakers prosper
Soldiers count the dead
Poverty is everywhere
The peasants have no bread
The glory days are finished
No more battles to be won
Yet when the day turns over
We will overcome
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