The distinction the rich do feel not
Of their class from the poor (both are shut).
They're in treasury,
(The poor folk in penury.)
And no qualm they do munch on pizza hot.
Of their class from the poor (both are shut).
They're in treasury,
(The poor folk in penury.)
And no qualm they do munch on pizza hot.
The poor need not perceive any difference.
They do know that their labour gives licence.
But shut is the factory,
And empty is the cookery;
And stings them hunger with pestilence.
In the middle are caught all the neutral
And balanced by the viral upheaval.
No desire for o'ereating
No alarm for malnutritioning,
All have grown unforeseenly frugal.
As the viral lock-down is at rear,
We do face a new public disorder:
The rich dying obesed,
The poor dying famish'd,
The State milking the middle for repair...
N. P. SAMAL
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