Empty Cities And Ghosts, A Poem About Covid-19 Pandemic
I looked upon the world,
Traveled on gravel roads,
The pavement that was once new.
Cars idle and pass by,
As I have nothing but a pack,
Only the clothes on my back.
The sky used to shine a calm blue,
Now is only grey and hazy,
The cold and damp I turn my collar against.
Unforgiving icy winds,
Show more welcome,
Than those I see passing by.
Their eyes that used to be jewels,
Sparkling with light and life,
Now are lost and empty.
I try not to stare,
At looks more haunting,
Than the cloth on their faces.
“When did everything go wrong?
When did we decide,
That everything is for the greater good?”
I ask myself all these,
With only my voice echoing,
No answer.
I try to ask others the same,
But “six feet apart,”
Must be obeyed, they say.
“It’s for our health,”
They claim among themselves,
Not knowing what they have done.
The mass demanded that creed,
Leaving lifeless faces,
Hiding their discontent.
I try to trek on,
Hoping for a miracle,
Than any vaccine may give.
I try to cling on to hope,
So I will not become,
Like the ghosts that inhabit empty cities.
As I looked upon the world,
I realized one thing:
Diseases never kill what we already destroyed.