Today we are given twenty prompts but I have chosen just one - to write of the future, to make a prediction.
One day
And one day, when this is all over,
We shall sing together again;
We shall join our voices and drown out
The sound of raindrops on the parched ground.
And one day, when this is all over,
We shall meet and smile at each other;
We shall embrace our past and erase
The teardrop traces for a world in thrall
To the strident demands of power and
Money, and we shall reclaim this our land.
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