Home Humour In these lockdown times too Learned friends remain wise They remember all rights and laws But can’t recall how to exercise! Victims of circumstances Are all forced to play their part Some shall live to tell their tale Others unceremoniously depart! Life wasn’t meant to be fair We play with cards we are dealt A game every five years or so Till all our fond hopes melt … When the next round comes They use the same old tools Leaving us with a wide choice From crooks to cranks & fools The dutiful stand in long queues Their sacred duty never to shirk And the media vies to transmit The largest democracy at work! Sitting at home, doing nothing All days now feel just the same When we ourselves lack discipline Whom can we justifiably blame? Some Sundays are for the Circus Where a Ringmaster plays his part A cloth is wrapped round his mouth As he always speaks from the heart! The leaders imagine they’re loved Adulation’s obsessed their head While sycophants sing their praises Rumours spread that they’re dead … The small solace for us sufferers As we search our suffering’s basis Is that we aren’t alone in such mess The world seems ruled by Nutcases!