Covid made us do it

Coming out of the slums dwelling in the streets

Working in the factory thinking about pricks

Someone is in creeps someone is in drips

Someone fighting for survival 

Someone for his deeds

Covid made everyone realise their misdeeds

Made us confined in our places confined in our rooms making most of it is still in our dreams

Somehow somewhat we went through 

Somehow someday we overcame sorrow

Still some were left in their furrow

Languishing in their burdened burrow

Fighting each day for their survival 

Lockdown made things worse for their revival

Losing jobs and opportunities in betrayal

Thriving became a saddened portrayal

Losing out relatives losing out jobs 

Thinking of survival gave them goosebumps

Out in the wild suffering with pain 

Somehow being ignored in their disdain

Some are living hoping to get aid 

Some are hoping for a miracle instead 

Some are trying to find solace in bed

Some are begging to get a funeral for dead

Changes brought out by pandemic is inevitable 

Though bringing a smile in this period is invaluable

Hoping for rescue from our invisible shackles

Hoping we get freedom from it with a lot of miracles