Deserted streets, checkpoints everywhere
birds return, the air is clear and fresh.
The city breathes again, the lockdown begins,
people quarantined in their homes
afraid to encounter an invisible enemy.

Corona stalks the streets, she has her way
mutates to cheat the seekers of a remedy
to the lethal evolution wrought by her.
She plays the numbers game better
than an economist, the stock market crashes,
companies go bankrupt, the mortality rate soars.
She is implacable.

Churches, mosques and temples are deserted
all prayer silenced not a whisper heard
as the living die a lonely death.
Corona gambles her numbers game,
she has her finger on the pulse of 102
year old woman who survives Corona’s
kiss of death. Why leave 102, but not 24
question the specialists, the virologists.
I choose the victim, not you
I am the catalyst to change the landscape,
the city will breathe again, birds chirp in the trees
while the lockdown begins and ends with me.

Glorious Sweden

When the virus struck the virologist
put their faith in herd immunity six thousand
people died mostly those over sixty which
is a high number for a small country.
Sweden has been able to stabilize the number
of affected people but the virus is still there
regrouping ready to strike again,
This time it will target the younger generation
will fall victim of this deadly disease now
when winter comes, and nightclubs are
an alluring place.
The virologists have failed to see this virus
is not your common flu, that also is here to stay,
but we have a vaccine for this.
Now that all the elderly are dead we can say
Sweden is a young country but, alas, not a better one.
What do I know, perhaps this was intentional.