The year that was defined
by pandemic,
work from home,
school from home,
and by the establishment's struggle
to show everything was normal.
But if anything,
it wasn't normal.
It was about letting go
social life,
letting go
meeting with the loved ones
even those who lived at seven kilometres,
letting go
small celebrations
and letting go
to gather and protest.
The year that was,
of misinformation,
of lying,
of burying information
of selective justice,
of denying rape and suicide,
of superstition,
of polarisation
of horse-trading,
and elections,
a marker of a new normal.
It was the 'new' normal,
for the working class,
and travellers in public services
with wearing masks,
using sanitisers, and
social distancing.
But in the new normal
we couldn't let go,
Outdated learning,
Outdated methods of doing things,
and being selfish.
When we should have focussed
on health and nutrition,
on fulfilling hobbies,
And on staying happy,
We continued
We pushed,
we fought,
to keep everything as is.
In a way we fulfilled
the ruler's wish.
The year that was
of losing people of all classes,
to suicide,
to the disease,
to fear of disease,
and to walking thousands of kilometre home,
because there wasn't another way,
or money.
The year that was,
of death,
and death alone.
#2020 #bye2020
