I see you there unseen—millions
behind the windows peering out
on empty streets and wondering
about an end that will not come.
I see you there imprisoned by
an enemy unseen—held together
by the threads of dignity that are
stretched and pulled beyond relief.
Nothing matters against this darkness
except the empty streets and the people
locked away—not knowing the hour or
the day for health, death or release.
I see you there in the buildings seeking
a fragment of humanity, and while the
world peers through a camera lens, you
look out—on empty streets pondering why.