Countdown To Carnival, fourth of July,
Jokers are wild, medics break down and cry,
City street parties now are so hot
Lockdown sacrifices gone and forgot
Sun shines on the beach, drunkards spew and fight
Pent up frustration raves on through the night.
Respect for security thinly stretched
Ochlocracy no longer seems far fetched
Oi, you there with the blond haystack hairstyle
Who claims to be a fit prime prime minister
Fit as a Butcher’s dog in such short while.
You and your clique are really sinister,
Fake power, no responsibility,
Your actions deny true ability.
Harry Rogers, In the Red Bedroom, 28th June 2020