Empty Street - a Covid-19 Poem
In the middle of the empty street,
fretfulness and despair prevails.
The search for cure to save lives…
In grocery stores and pharmacies…
Still it is nowhere to be found.
A furious disease!
Impeccable fear…
In a blink of an eye,
It might stand next to me.
As deadly as poison.
Coronavirus swoops from place to place…
When it gets into your system,
Your body slowly deteriorates.
When ignorance becomes contagious,
that’s when risks are getting high.
Self-quarantine is needed.
To avoid the stakes and threats…
Let’s protect our lives!
Homes are filled with angst.
Routines are widely interrupted.
There’s no point of blaming others…
For this will not end.
We obey what is must!
We obey to free ourselves…
We might commit social sacrifices.
But this is fleeting…
It will pass by.
Let our small prayers heal this plague.
Restore humanity in different race.
Our intents are directed to one goal.
Stop the virus that spreads all over the place.
We touch nobody’s hand.
We touch nothing but the hope that we have.
In the middle of the empty street,
We hope there is "LIFE" once again.
LeiStrauss2020
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