A silent killer
stalks the street,
the cafes and shops,
where people meet.
It does not care
whose life it takes
whose breath it stops
or orphan makes.
Touch is banned
in public space
no handshake warm,
no fond embrace.
But, silent too,
and angel flies
awaking hopes,
forgotten ties …
of neighbour’s care
of loving others
and generous acts
to sisters, brothers.
Across the streets,
now silent spaces,
hear clapping hands,
see smiling faces.
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