The Pandemic

And the turns and ups and downs You can't say who is going to live And who is going to die; The night weeps under the smoke Filled sky- Stars gaze like helpless children Hungry and starved of love; Half of the moon has been Eaten away by times rustic cycle, Sound of wailing is lifted up by tepid air. Deserted streets, shutters down, Plants drooping their heads like Shamed youths failing their parents. The fight to survive Gasping and trembling; Waiting for pricks of needles Vacant eyes looking at the burning pyres. We are cursed.