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There’s scare aplenty
Wide cause for alarm
A lot to frown at
Much that charters harm.
No wonder
Panic comes.
Trepidation pushes buttons of old worries
Latches through the tentacles
Of history
And ill-used charm.
It glitters daggers
Into
Masquerading stars and sun.
No wonder
Panic comes.
And yet …
Be brave
Stand firm
Lock arms
Form links
Knit facts
Raise voice
Weave hope
As panic’s anti-dote.
For The Daily Post
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