Resistance

There they stood
arm in arm
as if it had always been that way

this Tristan and Isolde
she, mother and father
the one 10 years older

when the virus came
and he saw the world change
even before egos decided

that war is necessary, that people
are cattle for slaughter, ‘cause machines
must roar, weapons must clatter

and turn blood into gold, silver
words from those who see through the charade, 
lie still, he grew a decade older

now they are standing there,
different from when I was a child, 
hand in hand, hand in hand.