Empty Streets Poem by Mutsawashe Museredza

The incredible view of shops shut,
The market place stony silent, no gram of plodding,
The hustle and bussle, turned a dormant state,
Is it a sign of the times
Empty streets!
Sojourning a criminal act now,
Articulate passes deemed necessary, for ease of travel,
Is it the end of times?
Empty Sreets!

Parlours, Care centres are a hive of drudgery, cemeteries
are becoming a rendezvous, unexplainable,
life losses, is it history in the making they say there was influenza,
, but our plight seem bleak, desolate,
Empty Streets!
Our inventors, scientist have they raised up their hands in awe?
out and out, as we await success story of the cure of this scourge,
is it, hide and seek games being played, like a cryptic puzzle
like DB Copper Case, no one knows where he and his loot ended.
Are we locked down holed in an endless tunnel, is their light at the
end of this tunnel?
Where is the spirit of Isaac Newton, Galileo Galileo.
Oh Lord redeem the world, heal the world
Empty Streets!
Churches locked, our men of the cloth cry in closed doors of their homes,
Is it not the place of refugee, turned to no go area, places where unseen demons
where exorcised
How collosal a demon is it?
Come to our rescue Almighty Jehovah Ralpha
Empty Streets!

Our Unborn babies, newborns to remain masked, locked up?
To see the Majestic, and wonders of the Hands of the Great Creator,
Flaura and fauna stay untouched, no Adam and Eve to see.
Our places of leisure, safaris, shut
Empty streets!

Only time will tell, when our good Lord will answer
the cry of human race.
Red like scarlet sins you forgive oh Lord, if nations cry
and people turn from
their sins you will heal their Land.
We cry Lord Heal our Land!
Empty Streets!


Mutsawashe Museredza(January 2021)