Slave Migrant

Pandemic of the virus, just not a health crisis

Democracy weakened, crying for justice

Justices in their chambers, frozen like ice

Perks and post placements for which they are enticed

Rulers take pole positions with none to challenge

Herd mentality and blind following, could this ever change?

In the city market labor held captive,

Heartless regime, does it consider, how could they live?

Migrants just slaves are they? A form of worker ants

Trapped in the city, their home, a far distant.

Words tumble out in anguish, will they extinguish

The sufferings, whither humanity, can anybody distinguish?