Everything Is Like An End-Time Scene (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

Outside no children play as they always do in the street,
there are far too little cars driving up and down in it
and with the corona-virus time passes far too slowly,
Everything is like an end-time scene almost left behind
but still I hear the neighbours talking loudly and clearly
and there is far too much distance between you and me,
when the impact of this thing cuts too deeply into a person
and the evil does not come from anger or even hatred
but the inability to stop something deadly,
the inability to look out for the interests of others,
the inability to warn in time on black and white
where now it has a hellish impact on humanity
but still I do adore you and love you in all of this
and I know that I cannot obstruct the good work that you do.

[Poet's note:My wife manages the Springs "Meals on Wheels" and do deliver food to elderly and poor people from the time of level five of the lock-down as she has been doing in normal times.(Level five of the lock-down is the highest level of lock-down.) ]
© Gert Strydom