Silent War
No planes flew over
no bombs exploded
no screams were heard
when the enemy struck
and life imploded
Like a Martian invader
killing people
with invisible rays
the virus struck
made nations feeble
My town is dead
few cars about
the shop is open
holding out but
the pub has no stout
The World is frozen
biding cold time
running on empty
living the nightmare
haunted we hide
Stalking like ghosts
confined to our homes
supplies running low
silently screaming
feeling like bones
Looking for hope
inside the mirror
nothing to see
in that visual echo
reflecting terror
Seeing the Sun
feeling the shadow
cold in the night
freezing tight on
this icy meadow
The invader has won
so many will die
where fighting back
is the sum of naught
buzzes like a fly
Jaqui Bluh
3
Apr
2020
NOTES ~
Shop ..... is a general store
Pub ..... is a bar and hotel
Stout ..... is Guinness, which reflects on an old Country and Western song by Slim Dusty ..... Pub With No Beer ~
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8E0aZ387M_I
During the Virus War, our pub is closed, but the bottle shop part remains open. The hotel, which runs a restaurant in peacetime, is offering takeaways to be collected.
The main highway seen from our home has few cars, but more trucks. The train still runs, blowing its horn when it goes through the town.
Though the time is dark, I see hope, if folk will rally via the Internet, and mobilize in the virtual worlds, to march for space, building careers, creating work, inspiring hope, creating a celestial future. If this works as a war effort, it will stimulate the economy, and open the way for a happy peacetime future. Why wouldn't we try that?
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