The Silent Front Poem by Emeka GOC

'The Silent Front'


the world must understand
the people must remember
that when the real war came
when the storm duly arrived
When the fiery storm, the consuming storm arrived.

A sudden force springs in place,
When masks hid the warmth of human face.
The monster moved on silent breath,
A swift, invisible march of death.
The wards grew dark with heavy sighs,
Behind the glass, the parting eyes.

There were no soldiers, no big black boots
neither were no the navy plying the beautiful ships
the joyride boats over the waters
the veterans were protected in house arrests
and the air forces were grounded
displaced made redundant, useless.

No hands to hold, no final grace,
A sterile, distant, lonely space.
The mourning bell rang out unheard,
For funerals lacked a parting word.
The rows of graves, the nameless grief,
A weeping world without relief.

there was another army, yes a great army
rather underpaid, unseen and disregarded
unprotected, uncared for by statue and laws
An army, not even granted the honor of a pistol
The most resilient Healthcare Workers/ team.

The unsung brave in scrubs and tears,
Stood firm against the rising fears.
The gears of time ground to a halt,
As nature bared a silent fault.
The laughter ceased in crowded squares,
Empty classrooms, vacant chairs.

As our society began to heal,
some one introduced clapping offering
We prefer to explore a specific tribute
To this particular group of frontline workers
They endured an exhausting shifts.

the resilience greater the the great war, , , , ,
first, second and this was the third war
lead and won by healthcare workers,
they rebuilt the world by a nudge
then,

the world rebuilt itself after the lockdown ended
A generation paused its stride,
With playgrounds locked and youth denied.
The world we knew was swept away,
In one long, dark, collective day.