Dark Days of a Pandemic
These dark days come and go in an endless loop
Lifetimes lost in man-hours we can’t recoup
The father’s tears stream down eyes that see no income
Young ones wake restless for sunrise brings bouts of boredom
These dark days are long and dry and dreary
As demon from the east sweeps the streets empty
Death beds are prepped, lockdown days extended
Fighting a free-flying foe that can’t be apprehended
Dark days go on… rolling, one into another
Bereaved child can’t say goodbye to her mother
From frail elders to boisterous Tik Tok teens
Traveller’s wings clipped, humanity under quarantine
But dark days will die, surely, like blackness at dawn;
The world wakes with a stretch and a newborn’s yawn
The earth is healed, the city regains her voice
The air is cured, the starving breathers rejoice.
- -Femi Falodun / Ap1320 / 16:38
Photo credit: Medical staffers at the Emile Muller Hospital in Mulhouse, France, March 22, 2020 – Sebastien Bozon / Getty Images