It was curfew again.
The tenth day in a row.
Food was fast dwindling,
Savings he had naught.
Cabbages and pumpkins,
Some rice on the shelf too.
What to eat tomorrow,
Was on his thoughts more.
Wife and children he had to feed,
Job was no longer a hope.
This Corona came
and messed his world
Just as it became heavily pearled.
He looked at the starry sky
Questioned the gods above
Why are they doing this to him,
His poor family of four.
- Robes of a Muse
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