Christmas was celebration time

Only then did the family cock lose life

Celebration was the rhyme

Traditional beer shared with no strife

I look back with no shame

Things do change in prime

Now life sweetness is no more

We cannot share same pot.



Breathing air is restricted too

There is a mask covering face

To meet others we do cow

Life is lived in disgrace

Washing hands is too much too

Yet we do it like in a race

Now life sweetness is no more

We cannot share same pot.



It started with aids

Then came this Corona

We cannot fight all odds

This is not Carolina

We have put on pads

As we avoid this colonel

Now life sweetness is no more

We cannot share same pot.

Since when were we enslaved? 

When did we stop each other loved? 

Now we be solitude loners. 

Celebrations are all begoners. 

We stopped our get together.

And became like slaves on tether. 

Now life sweetness is no more

We cannot share same pot. 

We are worrying masters. 

Togetherness pinches and pesters. 

Afraid we do feel and too much cowed. 

Christmas gist now badly vowed. 

Diseases we live with forever. 

Let them come and go as ever. 

Now life sweetness is no more

We cannot share same pot.