Through the footprints of the rich,
It spread with a quick switch,
Into the countries boundaries,
Where it now resides.

For this which has no cure,
The air is not at all pure,
This led to a lockdown,
The people now eager to stock down.

The earnings are stopped,
Where the labours are now dropped,
Searching for a relief,
They are brutally in grief.

The rich came through planes,
To be safe on countries plane,
And for which literally being the reason,
For this quarantine season.

The labour who demanded for a train,
Led to think a lot by the government,
That they ready to reach their state by a crane,
As they couldn't find their placement.

The rich are enjoying the quarantine,
By baking the banana cake and stuffs,
The poors are searching for one time food to be seen,
Who are served by rich with a flex on social media posts.

The rich are happy in their shelter,
Enjoying their time with family after ages,
Where poor are looking for atleast a roof to enter,
Not having their family beside to encourage.

Work from home is what now rich do,
Atleast for some penny to earn,
The poors can't earn atleast penny of two,
And under this hot sun they continue to burn.

God may end up to their suffers,
To fill their life again with happy colours,
As this sufferings are not enough but more,
As it is brought by rich and paid by poor..!



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