May 32nd, 2020
I’ve lost all concept of time. No but for real this time. Stuck in the middle of a pandemic. Where’s Boris? have you checked your fridge? Perhaps he’s hidden under the corona tracker app, Or underneath the weekly applauds. Yet he
I’ve lost all concept of time.
No but for real this time.
Stuck in the middle of a pandemic.
Where’s Boris? have you checked your fridge?
Perhaps he’s hidden under the corona tracker app,
Or underneath the weekly applauds.
Yet he cheered against a pay rise for NHS staff less than 2 years ago.
Did you think we’d ever forget?
To the man who was dying 2 weeks ago
Who now advises us to go back to work,
Are you reopening our streets,
Preparing for your upcoming birthday party?
It’s like the blind leading the blind here
As he shuts his eyes to the 30,000 dead.
The blood rests on his hands,
Because it can’t fall on the PPE.
Like we had any in the first place
Sigh
So you switch the channels.
It’s all ‘Goodmorning CORONAVIRUS’.
We’re stuck in a never-ending cycle of statistics, deaths and depressing news
The Government’s closed outside,
But have they really?
Stay at home.
Don’t stay at home.
Work from home,
But if you must, work outside home.
But stay at home.
Don’t travel unless necessary,
But travel to work.
I don’t know who’s more confused
The PM or me ordering a meal at a new restaurant.
So we maintain our social distancing bubbles for now.
Some scared, some fearless.
We’ve got to cope for a while now,
Even if it means being alone with my thoughts.
I’m welcomed to a gaping hole
and I fall right through it,
Forced into an eternal darkness, that is,
if I don’t get out.
We’re all going to be okay,
We have to.
We’re preparing for a new life,
Because a life post corona
Will never be the same
