MARTYRS TO A CRUEL YEAR Martyrs to a cruel year Our cherries failed to blossom Recalcitrant to odds and jeers Our run of fortune fallen Soon enough the hurt will clear Encumbered we will rise again Martyrs to a cruel year Scapegoats fail to rectify Unhappiness and anguish Let's remember who and how Legend was established Elevated to such heights No one dared envisage Scapegoats won't fix anything --August 2020, Ash Hall