Crisis

A poem

Photo by Tatiana Rodriguez on Unsplash

Everyone’s in a jail,

made of bars that they had made.

Jail has no gates,

but now we are trained.

Trained to be locked,

and not to step out.

Trained to know,

there’s a big twist out.

Some are dying for food,

some are thirsty from days.

Some are so blessed,

they have everything but nothing to waste.

Here’s a lockdown,

made everyone stay home, stay safe.

Some are broken,

but still are trying hard to be brave.

Salute to our doctors,

for they are treating us.

Thanks to the cops,

for they are handling us.

How to thank our cleaners?

for helping us in this crisis.

Now these hard-workers,

are more than fighters.

Everyone knows that it’s hard,

not to earn, how to pay?

But maybe we can use this,

pandemic as a holiday.

learn new things and be creative,

help your family and be productive.

Keep awareness and spread it all over,

Maybe this can help to get this all over.