frequently she wonders
about other populations
their thoughts on the virus ‘n hate
now pulverizing nations
so many tenement buildings
four or eight flats to a floor
where chats on the stairs have stopped
now people scurry out the door
endless rows of duplexes
front gardens colourful ‘n neat
small faces peer from windows
as Mummy makes something to eat
in the gleaming multis
reaching for a heavenly sky
women water plants on balconies
listening to songs that makes them cry
worldwide there are houses
where unseen people dwell
old folk, single folk, families
making their way through uncertainty’s hell
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