Bad News

I read the news and get depression

Covid not yet gone, war in ascension

Petrol prices at all time high

But salary increment says bye bye

Is there any hope for my mind?

As I sit at my desk trying to find

The ever-elusive God of peace

Who never can be seen a trace

In vain do I pick the paper

Scroll the mobile every hour

But there never is any good news

All it does is give the blues

After much trying, I give up

Never to look for a happy printup

For it is only in real life

Any chance to be free from strife