Sing out the good news, by this time next year
This could be over, we’ll live without fear,
It’s sad that many died along the way,
But we ordered vaccines, now you must pay.
All our Tory friends have done rather well,
Selling fake systems that took us to hell.
We’re halfway through what looks like a mad plan,
To turn UK into Afghanistan.
Convince the people its all their own fault,
Then turn on each other and pay them nought.
Across the pond it’s exactly the same,
Bent politicians high on the blame game.
No one can leave so don’t call a cab,
I Roll up my sleeve, prepare for the jab.

Harry Rogers In the Yellow Room, 5th December 2020