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The birds are chirping,
from the tree canopies melodiously.
We walk hurriedly while I am champing
roasted maize and concernedly,
Mary confronts me,  "Actually, why are you eating
that roadside stuff?
Are you not aware of how the medical staff
is engulfed by the spread of Covid?"
This breaks "the crickets"
between us and the monotonous chomping
and clomping down through the thickets.
"Hospitals are the new courtrooms.
The medics, the new jury-
ruling based on lab
trials, to convict
an ignorant guy, 
into a penal ward,
lost to his family for a while or forever without a word, nor visit, 
because it's a risk,
them being there for him,
when he needs them most.
He's masked away,
to keep them safe,
while trying to save
his life anyway."

Crickets are chirping,
among grasses and herbs melodiously.
We run through the scattering
market, hoping to make it,
into our home nearby,as the curfew
has begun!
A police lorry halts in front of us.
I hear Mary's heart beat.
Perhaps it's mine.
A police is pointing a gun 
at us.....


*The end*

By LINFORD AYUB.
 .Hey writer's outlet members. I hope you enjoyed my previous poem Depression. If you did, here is another poem, "The Rush Hour", to depict the last minutes prior to  curfew. Hope you enjoy it too and don't forget to give your honest feedback.

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