This room it seems for me is enough
Where quite often I see my limbs scuff
Surrounded by books, laptop, grocery, and cosmetic stuff
And seeing the lives of people on streets getting tough.
The products in the shops are getting out of stock
Time right now is just circling round the clock
There are friends I can't see who just lives in other block
More of people testing positive is adding to our shock.
I see people doubting their Gods and Lords
Clanking vessels and clap of hands are new sorts of awards
Laid with new 'challenges' we fill our TikToks
'Social distancing' is the new word in our vocal cords.
Bored but stubborn we don't still yet learn
Until we change our actions, the world one day will burn
Anyway, for this Sunday we got a new fun
Of candles, diyas, and torches is the next turn.
