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...