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Strange Times
It’s a scary time, In times of protests and dissent,
There’s fear all around, About what’s just and what’s fair,
In the trickiest situation, There has come a storm so strong,
We all have ourselves ever found. That does not discriminate or spare.
Masks are selling like hot cakes, It cares not if you’re black or white,
They have become an accessory, It treats all humans as one,
Everyone’s buying them in plenty, It doesn’t label you wrong or right,
But what if I haven’t still bought any? And its wrath just doesn’t spare anyone.
Everyone’s stocked enough for a month, Maybe a jolt was needed to remind us all
Is there any item left on the list, That bigger things are now at stake,
What if this supply one day just stops, Maybe it’s nature’s way to tell us all,
Though it won’t happen, they insist. That it’s time from our deep slumber we awake.
And what happens to those laborers, By Shweta Shrivastava
(M/o) Tanusha Kumar II-V
Who have with them no food stocked
For them, it’s hard to stay at home,
And remain in their houses locked.
They can’t just hide behind masks,
For them, this stillness just spells trouble,
If and when this storm calms,
They will end up working double.
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