Pandemic Plus
Third wave, they said,
One, two, three, four, five...
Number increased, doubled,
Authorities legislated laws,
Ministers and ministry
That had made mad-laws
Had violated them...
Rallies after rallies by leaders,
Each leader on his party,
Yet, each one fighting election,
Election is a celebration, they say,
They celebrate, almost, every day...
Mask-less, distance-less, care-less,
Masses on their very own
Singing praise of their leaders,
Will there be many deaths, again?
Will corpse in Ganges float?
Will community burial
Become part of sacrifice-ceremony?
Muslims and Christians burned,
Hindus buried or floated in Ganges,
If no wisdom gained,
One truth will be proved:
Dead is dead.
Whatsoever might be the toll…
Of all who buried or burned or floated,
Who's great? Who's small???
Won't this humanity, yet
Learn a lesson at all???
04 January 2022
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2022
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