Corona....And India Poem by MBJ Pancras

I (Corona)was born elsewhere and they say:
I took my origin from an oriental province,
Some say: I am made to kick the shoot of ‘super power'.
The West and the East make allegations ‘gainst each other,
And I am the scapegoat betwixt the two poles.
I am made responsible of the dark days shadowed on the innocents,

They say: I am the carrier of the Devil's poison ‘cross the horizon,
The news is spread: I consume the breath of the world,
They stuff the logic of mortality into the minds of the innocents,
And it is said: Keep away affinity betwixt each other.

They say: I sneaked into the soil of secularism,
But in reality, the orange soil of dictatorship.
Unawares I am how I am transported into this soil of diversity,
Might be the travelers among nations transported me.
Here in this soil a threatening menace is trumpeted,
And the citizens buried under the debris of dilapidated finance,
The ‘power' of the chair hath dropped the curtain ‘gainst the truth -
The curtain of falsity to squeeze the innocents to retain the ‘power'
The smooth flow of the poor's livelihood hath been blocked,
And they've made the currency in Eastman colour,
The ‘power' hath taken its refuge under the denims of the ‘corporates'
And hath travelled in the ‘roller coaster' and enjoyed pleasure ride.
Camouflaged beneath expensive bushes consuming the subjects' blood.
Silence is the ‘power's slogan of eerie impression puffed up elsewhere,
With the hold of scepter of fanaticism, drifting from Greenery to Orange.
It's a boom in the house of economy dilapidated,
And the subjects' bowels are stuffed with rubble.
Walls are built to hide the slums and drenches,
And there's only empty cry of cleanliness,
And in reality the drama hath shown a clean sweep of economy.
I (Corona)watched this foolish drama months together in secrecy.
Their ‘eagle's eye' wedged and caged me in the bottle of their philosophy,
And I am injected into the veins of their fallen economy.
The ‘power' is bruised with countless arrows from the world market,
And they have taken me as the weapon of foolery ‘gainst the citizens.
The ‘power' says: live in quarantine and fight against Covid-19.
I may be evil in the eyes of the world, but of its deteriorated culture.
They know I am evil and I will breed in their rotten lifestyle,
But they have taken me as their gunfire and threat the breath of the world.

I don't know why I exist and what for I am made,
Can they contain me or take me to the laboratory for novel breeds?
I am not the creator, but I know I exist in their filthy bags,
Can you blame me or will you blame your uncomely walk of life?
I am sure I leave thee all if you leave your filthy bags from you all.
The decision is yours! The departure is mine!