Where is the traffic ?
People flooding the busy streets
Hooting moving fleets
Noisy throbbing beats
Burning seaming heat
It's all gone
They are all gone
Once more , empty streets
Behind closed doors
From phase to phase
Tough times we have to face
Move at a slow steady pace
To a million grown from one case
To restrictions have to say yes
Masked dawn till dusk
Till when ?
We do ask
©fredrick o
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