In these lockdown times too
Learned friends remain wise
They remember all rights and laws
But can’t recall how to exercise!
Victims of circumstances
Are all forced to play their part
Some shall live to tell their tale
Others unceremoniously depart!
Life wasn’t meant to be fair
We play with cards we are dealt
A game every five years or so
Till all our fond hopes melt …
When the next round comes
They use the same old tools
Leaving us with a wide choice
From crooks to cranks & fools
The dutiful stand in long queues
Their sacred duty never to shirk
And the media vies to transmit
The largest democracy at work!
Sitting at home, doing nothing
All days now feel just the same
When we ourselves lack discipline
Whom can we justifiably blame?
Some Sundays are for the Circus
Where a Ringmaster plays his part
A cloth is wrapped round his mouth
As he always speaks from the heart!
The leaders imagine they’re loved
Adulation’s obsessed their head
While sycophants sing their praises
Rumours spread that they’re dead …
The small solace for us sufferers
As we search our suffering’s basis
Is that we aren’t alone in such mess
The world seems ruled by Nutcases!
