“Oh, they have no brain; what they do is against the law,
The law says: stick to yourselves; never try out anymore,
Look at us how we are here! What makes thee free now?
We follow the word of the law. Everyone knows time plays a lot now.
Think of the past how you were; how much you’ve earned;
We think of our past how much we worked; we have our banks,
Crucial is the hour of the present; peep not your heads out,
For unseen war lingers all around; Victory may not be ours.
Learn endurance awhile. If not, you are all responsible for the defeat.
Learn lessons from us. We follow the reason for confinement;
Be content with what you have. Look at us; we are within walls.
Cleaning soaps are not costly and you can use frequently.
Never breathe out strongly, and your profile shall be veiled,
Have health drink; Consume fruits and be veggies.
Learn the art being creative within your confinement,
Learn lessons from us; we are confined for the better of all.”

Alas! We are left orphans; nothing is left with us,
The law is helpless to us; the law of confinement!
Our children are starving; our necessity is robbed;
We look ourselves and search for our life
Our starvation overlooks the law,
Our past too was not better, but of no complaint,
Our families are registered with the birth of misfortune.
We have never seen banks, for our stomachs are always half-filled.
Crucial is the hour of our starvation; so we seek life.
Wars, seen or unseen, have existed;
Even the victors have died one day.
We learn how to starve; so we learnt endurance,
Any reason of confinement can never question starvation.
We have nothing to be content; we have walls of shelter.
The appetite in us looks for food; not soap,
We have no breath; we have no profile,
The price of a bottle of water is a dream to us.
Our pathos is our skills of creativity,
And we the comedians of the show;
The comedians are never respected, but laughed at.

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