Lockdown

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Another combustible day

Some inflamed breakfast porridge

Some simmering enraged lentils

Served alongside, some meek bland rice

Slump into our gullets.

Destinies applauded, not one morsel wasted

Chosen mortals, greater mortals!

We are! Cower in gratitude!

“Even to almighty’s chagrin, those migrants have been eye sores.”

Some rebukes stirred into the air

“But now they have footwear, special trains being released”

Some patronizing splashes, tainted electronic tabloid’s face

Hitherto, some opinions, shoved and jostled, in most homes

Amidst some resentment, ruminated by many, during nights

Only to be shoddily gulped, with some toothpaste, the next morning.