I know this is coming late to people in many countries but it's better than never

It was a year That seems to breath in hell and dark When crows be lost for sick roofs When the eastern empress Kept smiles beneath mask and dust And love, behind glasses, express Keeping friend's touch distant and rust The beauty of the twin figures Shadowed by recessions and tomb stones Bones piled up upon, and around bones Placards raised to the Sky And one knee drop to the ground For smiles that ended with protector's knife For leaders ruling with shackles and bones And for speech that ended in deducting more life All the bitter spill of youthful milk O 2021 Let your light be like summer morning Where the twin year Be like forgotten dream under Sky's lashes, burning