Unmanned, bare empty shelves
Didn’t get that way by themselves
The stock didn’t fly into pit ‘less chasms
The stomach shocked into spasms
The empty, silent, lonely streets
No clickety clack of people’s feet
The tightly locked, darkened stores
Where is everyone that use to explore?
No children’s laughter can be heard
Only the silence and singing birds.
The world pausing is too great to digest.
Forcing the heart to pound in one’s chest.
No food to buy, no place to dine
“Due to Coronavirus,” it says on the sign.
Left wondering where to go from here
Can’t even grab a drink or a beer
The world finally stopped and all is still
From Italy straight through to Brazil.
Is this our punishment we all must endure?
For not helping the sick or assisting the poor?
Is this why the virus is knocking on doors?
Ravaging our numbers to even the score
Preying on the elderly and little ones we adore
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