Mind the pandemic

The emptiness in, London’s underground,

Its deafening roar, of missing sound,

How long the absence, of the crowd,

Continues to echo, so shockingly loud,

No bustle of people, going to work,

No pick pockets, or dangers lurk,

How different it feels, down in the tunnels,

Where millions of people, used to funnel,

It’s a stark reminder, of all that’s lost,

And we’re yet to know, the eventual cost,

Ghosts of the past, move silently,

Whilst the only voice, comes from the tannoy,

In a year that’s been filled, with doom and gloom,

Mind the gap, is now a haunting tune,

The gap it seems, is painfully clear,

There are no people, at all down here!

One day this place, will come back to glory,

Filled with dreams, and peoples stories,

We’ll squeeze on trains, feel the blast of warm air,

And we’ll be finally over, this pandemic nightmare!

— Alan Firmin