Between the haves and the have-nots
There used to be
A schism
Now there is
An unbridgeable chasm
The virus has exposed this
For all to see
(If they choose to)
In Gated Communities
Walks are taken
Antakshari is played
At a safe social distance
Those outside may not look in
On the streets of our nation
Hunger is abroad
Papaya peels are rescued from gutters
In the hope of salvaging something edible
Lathis, FIRs, all manner of browbeating
The entire might of the state machinery is used
To herd the Great Unseen
Into their ghettos
Where they can remain unseen
Both sides of the Great Divide
Unseen by each other
Lurch towards
Hurtle towards
Their common destiny