Virus in a third world


far far away, the virus we thought
merry merry, our consciousness consumed
rumour rumour, the virus cannot kill blacks
unvigilant like in the days of Noah's
the first case landed and multiplied
rumour rumour, the virus is for the elite
an outsider cannot tell the tales of the poor in a third world country
and the hope for the divine to fight his battles
joy joy, the elites could not travel
anger anger, sweet anger
let the deplorable health system kill them all
lies lies, the airport was never shut
the rich and the might, cash and kind
as their children returned from all over the world
fear fear, the lockdown began
no plan, no palliative, the elites still had the upper hand
count count, more deaths from the police than the virus
hunger hunger, for the poor it has always been no work no pay
hunger equals reality and greater than the news update
outrage outrage, the shrinking middle class wanted the lockdown
an outsider cannot tell the tales of the poor in a third world country
his countrymen cannot feel his pain
an outsider cannot tell the tales of the poor in a lockdown
zero state support and declining infrastructure
an outsider cannot tell the tales of the poor in a third world country
and the hope for the divine to fight his battles

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