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(after first lockdown extension speech by Mr. President) They drove past The vehicle they drove carted Some cartons of smiles— Noodles of lockdown Slowly they drove past Street grew a plethora of faces One carton to a familiar face— The famous face of corruption They drove past me and my brother— The x and y in an equation Past our cry for survival Our hands resting on our waists As they drove out of our misty eyes Fear of pandemic Overtaken by fear of hunger