Thou art the warriors, selfless to work,
All thy moments with the lives in danger,
Beyond the thought of selfish time of break,
Thy sacrifice’s the sign of savior,
Sanitary officials around
On toes to draw the panels of hygiene,
Untiring forces of stick to the ground
With the caution ‘against the evil engine.
The pandemic spy from elsewhere stole in,
And the pastures now turned into barren,
Numberless lives stuffed into the coffin,
And all around heard the eerie siren.
Thou art the warriors, born for service,
And thou art all next to God for the praise.
