Last twenty-four hours. 4.03 lakh new cases. 4092 lives lost.
What do we hear from those in power? Silence.
A silence filled with moans and cries,
Lives lost while counting votes and lies.
Trees cut as we gasp for breath,
A new house is built with the bricks of death.
As mothers hold the bodies of their dead sons,
(Or the other way around on Mother’s Day),
All of us lose over two hundred thousand precious loved ones.
They stay silent with no words to spare,
They keep quiet in these times of despair.
The parliament they built for no good cause,
(A parliament of owls is convening outside),
Stands at the feet of youngsters we’ve lost.
Trading oxygen cylinders for one life after another,
History books will remember them forever.
As in the rallies un-masked they stand,
We can see the red blood on their hands.