Omicron over?
Could Omicron be the parting shot?
The last fracas between men and Covid?
We’re scared to whisper victory
When it’s made us fools before.
And yet do we sense that science
Has gained the upper hand?
While the plague runs out of strength
The allies may soon overcome.
Deep in the trenches this Christmas
We take refuge with our loved ones
While bullets fly above our heads
And relief seems as distant as before.
But come the New Year comes new hope
Built on the solid building blocks
Of vaccines and of drugs
To release us into the sun again.
This time next year will we remember
These times of awkward greetings
Avoiding friend and neighbor
As we celebrate being human?
Our exile finished, our return enjoyed
In sporting grounds and noisy clubs
With hugs and kisses, the touch and feel
Of skin on skin and lips on lips?
Ojalá.
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