Frail Mankind
P Parameswaran Nair Damodaran Nair
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When The Chinese Dragon hissed out deadly fire
The Damoclean sword fell down, burning the hair
Daily-need vendors began to make hay in the sun
Deceiving all trading morals and ethics for more.
Wolves In the hides of sheep began stealthy hunt
Farmers yielded for making both ends meet
Even the hay could give hope to the drowning.
Treacherous loot addition to profit made them fat
All for nothing but a sumptuous feast for Corona.
Money lacks strength to withstand punishments!
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