Revolution

"Shhiiii..."' the General shush everyone

To a complete silence at the hallway;

Narrowing differences to oneness;

A oneness to solve a problem;

Pushing forth pitfalls.

"All cleared now" is the order we await,

To rush out of our hidden places

Straight out of this pandemic

Boldly or Crippled

Towards a door.

The door at the end of the hallway

Of it's phases still concealed

Of which none is sure

But at least for now

No one cares.

Those that care about the aftermath of the door

Still have a crevice that sips out

A tinge of hope for atmosphere

Before the pandemic

Perhaps a better one."

The reporter sighs, after reading through the paper an entrant has given her, in place of answering questions. She adjusted her glasses afterwards. "Oh" she says after checking the back of the paper, "it's seems there's more." with a smile revealing her upper teeth.

"According to her" the reporter continues, "Another history has been added. As some have became with the history, some will tell the history while some will listen to the history, empathetically or having earplugs plugged, into their hearing, feeling less bothered. Happy new year."the reporter pauses, with her focus still on the paper and back into the camera.

"Welcome to January 2021" she says, waving down another entrant for an interview. "Succinctly describe, how the previous year has been till date?" She asks all tendered concerned.