SILENT ARE THE STREETS
Published in Inner Child Anthology Submitted Apr 16, 2020
Blogged May 11, 2020
H. W. Bryce
Silent are the streets
While pestilence rides
Upon his sturdy steed,
People huddled in their homes,
Imprisoned by a microbe, the tiniest,
Most powerful of enemies, sneaky,
Deadly.
The people remember the fright and the plight
Of the people in the War of the Worlds.
But while people may find hope
In the fact that the Martian intruders
Were brought down by a microbe,
Today a microbe is taking down our people,
In our beloved world. Fear is a deadly weapon.
Since then, the people have studied Mars
And found it perfectly safe, in space.
Those microbes have taught us how to
Fight. And while we were taken by surprise,
We will win this war. And like any war, we
will suffer losses and we will bury our dead.
We have learned much from that Martian Landing.
We can turn the microbe upon itself.
Klaatu will be pleased.
Perhaps he will allow Gort to unleash
His destructive powers upon our
Invading killer microbes. Just to
Cinch the deal and release our people.
People are dying to be released.
And out of chaos, we shall arise, not only in hope
But in positive action, as collectively we rise.
To salvage the day, and from thence, we
Shall, triumphantly, with humility and properly
Chastised, live life better. Together. All.
Together.
We shall be led with better thoughts
To better deeds, to gather once again,
For we shall have learned to listen to:
THE WHISPER OF OUR SOULS.
We have learned to speak microbe.
We have learned to connect, while being driven
Apart like salt and pepper in vinegar. No darn
Microbe, virus or bacteria will ever drive us
Into our own separate compartments to live.
We are stronger than that.
We shall take back our silent streets.
