Assiduously

It’s deathly quiet,
I hear the sound of the famished roaches roaming in my kitchen looking for food mossels,
Dejected and still hungry, they leave the kitchen angrily,
The streets are silent, only the forces of the uniformed humans are seen,
The shadows are lurking with indiscipline,
The fathomable idioms of stones thrown, the teargas that tore the sky still dimly smelt,
The first day of curfew, deaths and casualties,
It’s been a long day and the shadows are dejected and hiding,
The disdain in the eyes of the people,
The ruckus in the hands of the disciplined forces,
The prey and the predators,
A fight for survival for both species,
It’s been days, families gone hungry, the ones in the street mistreated,
The government in disarray, tokenization of pay cuts,
The hand to mouth living threatened,
At the hands of death, the cars outnumbered the people,
The blazing horns were less than the running engines,
Not peace but fear, anxiety,
It’s deathly quiet.