Villanelles

Have Thou Beheld the Greatness of This Land?

Have thou beheld the greatness of this land, my child?
Ours is a realm that none may’ve hitherto usurped;
But this land of brave hearts now diseased stands still, beguiled.

Women ululate each morning, their thoughts defiled;
Their husbands are laid to rest, their spirits perturbed.
Have thou beheld the greatness of this land, my child?

Quandary, the new norm, is seen making all wild;
The warriors are hailed, none the less, emotions curbed.
This land of brave hearts now diseased stands still, beguiled.

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Questions with no answers float in the air not mild;
And my thoughts refuse to fade off although I’m numbed.
But have thou beheld the greatness of this land, my child?

Deaths surpass births for the first time, not a good find.
Locked inside are boldachs and dames with their kids floored.
This land of brave hearts now diseased stands still, beguiled.

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Ideas have ceased, the virus has made us go blind;
A country that slept not now avers it is bored.
Have thou ever beheld the greatness of this land, my child?
This land of brave hearts that’s now by a disease beguiled?

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