The Inhuman Corona-Kin Poem by Rajendran Muthiah
The Inhuman Corona-Kin
Rating: ★5.0
Covid-19 keeps the people stay at home;
but some brew in cookers homely liquor.
Wearing no mask some on two wheelers roam.
To buy wine casks, they bargain and dicker.
While gambling, some with love sit round thicker.
When workers bear the dead to burial ground,
to damage the biers, some of us are bound.
Tuesday, April 21, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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5/4/2024 8:23:54 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A fantastic rhyme royal.....10+++