Where children learn to wash their hands even before they learn to say 'A'
And parents worry about death while they wonder how to make a living
With shattered dreams of travelling the world and meeting people from different cultures
We wait with anxious hearts and pray for a vaccine
The Gods up there may be asleep
Or perhaps they're laughing till their bellies ache
Looking down at us, at our greed and frenetic pace
Would we be in such a great hurry
If we were told we can meet them today
The high priests of the corporate world
And their minions holding offices great
Thumbing their noses at simple fools
Who struggle to make ends meet while they make hay
All I want as I wake up today is to say
And hope and pray that tomorrow will be a better day
