On Easter Day

Jesus rises, church pews bare
as righteous people rightly heed
the pastors call to stay away.
D.C. shrinks from crisp spring air
an ill wind bears the Devil’s seed
down empty streets on Easter Day.

No painted eggs hide neath the tree
no children, having found their prize
sprint cross wide lawns in joyful play.
There’s peril in proximity
and parents know what danger lies
down empty streets on Easter Day

Hold fast, let none in faith converge
succumb not to temptation’s calls
Let love be held arm’s length away
until the curing drugs emerge.
Stay clear where death's black shadow falls
down empty streets on Easter Day.

While still alone in homes throughout
the city's faithful share a call
for hearts to join, and fears allay.
A sacred bond that leaves no doubt
that Christ shines bright and walks with all
down empty streets on Easter day