Brawlers

Blocked! Locked and shunned!

There’s no deadline, but lines leading to death.

Many shielded, unyielded still, waiting for it all to be over.

Through the bowels of hell, moves a citizenry dreading the barbarity of an incompetent chief.

A banana republic so devoid of action and confidence, yet dire scavenging for reasons to unguilt and escape;

Know not anybody- what is to become of this country!

Question the Chief and you know what you get! Nothing but your freedom cut back, your life set back!

Useless it is to wait in hope, for the army lacks tactics to get its people out of this labyrinth.

They pretend yet to possess a laid out plan for survival.

Another class! They brawl- the ‘servants’, with all their might to keep it together, to find a solution.

The brawlers they are- going out, staying in, helping out, checking in and what not- they rest not, no matter what!

Away from their loved ones, they brawl to keep us safe.

Nothing but gratitude and remorse filled with pity as the Chief and his army have failed them.

Join in solidarity with the brawlers for a happy return to bright outdoors adorned with cool breezes and playful laughter!