Twenty-twenty
Sounded perfect
But imperfect.
Looked cool, yet hostile.
Twenty-twenty
Like fifty-fifty
Even double-double
Or Parity
Twenty-twenty
Guy-guy
Ruthless time record
Concealed by a sweet moniker
Gave your share of joy
And exacted an equal dose of pain
Twenty-twenty
The year death held life by the neck
Brought it to its knees
And made her beg for mercy
Twenty-twenty
The year that uprooted oaks
Tossed them into the ditch
And asked for more.
Twenty-twenty
The year hyena went to war with a lion
The year rain fell…
The year that gave everything