The curfew call is 7p.m
Minutes to , a maid
Hastens home
Halfway slips and falls
It is metres to her perch
In this crowded class of clutch
The ghettoed paradise
An army of curfew keepers descend
Kicks and blows
Curses and catcalls
Corona
Covid-19
Is the fight
So this lass
Bleeds and bleats
For failing
By a microsecond
To perch in her nest
She had been looking
For food
Had reasoned
"Rather die of corona
Than of hunger!"
From dusk through to
Dawn
Her moans caress the night
Her coughs scare the virus away
As she pleads!
Dusk To Dawn
Denis Barasa
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 04/05/2020
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Poem topics: away, food, home, night, fight, paradise, covid, hunger, class, virus, dawn, corona, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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