The child weakly lean on their mud walled hut,

The setting sun rays reflecting, on his rolling tears throughout,

Two days ago, was the last time he had a bowl of nuts,

With hunger now taking its toll, his bones are starting to sprout

The mother walks home from the market,

Looking disturbed, she carries a table wares basket,

Six hours under the scorching sun, and has sold nothing yet,

Though hungry too, the thought of her son without a meal again leaves her fret

Having received a lay off months ago over corona season,

The father hangs around, almost if not already under depression,

All he got is a 10 Birr note, and is yet to receive the government donation,

Having sold the yearly farm produce, he has got nothing left to hold on

What if we reached out to that next door neighbor?

For Corona has turned people lives into nightmares,

And we need not go far, to show that humane love and care,

For if we turn around, these people are all around us