Poetry
The Coward Unseen
1 min readJul 13, 2021
Pandemic (1) — Free Verse
Sirens wail of a new tomorrow
as the city slides to a sleep –
the Amen weep for the fallen
flailing the sterile streets.
Within these enforced prison walls we wonder
who bows next to this contemptuous of masters
the one who tugs at every breath with iron fists
and prays the weak
with howls of irrefutable disasters.
And yes the sun may shine
as the children play
whilst…