The morning star fades our smile away,
As if a new intern lost its way.
The doors were shut,
The voices of people were hardly heard,
The streets were filled with cold blooded murder’s thirst.
How could one be happy?
Being prisoned in the places which once brought comfort.
Money wasn’t readily at hand and
The shops were deserted even with foods that were once off-brand,
Wounded by the protector of laws,
One returns empty hand.
Mother cries looking at their new born,
How would she make him supper?
How would she feed his man?
Humanity swept down from the feet of man,
Cruel as he was, now the devil himself couldn’t withstand.
Population humongous, none a helping hand.
Graves were out of place to burry lifeless man so they turn to ghats while death bell rang,
The markets took over by corrupt and emotionless hands,
Some paid for their well being while others could only join hands.
Things were hard yet, we surpassed.
God made us pay for each deaf ear we gave,
Mother Nature prayed and God took lives away,
We turned our back to God, feeling betrayed,
While He’s taking turns to make us pay.