DANCE ALONG….

Dance along edge of disaster
In hobnail boots whilst stupified
On heady fumes of Brexit deal.
People seriously question
Parliament’s ability
To make a correct decision
About health and safety issues.
Tens of thousands dead so far,
Spreaders are rife across the board,
Schools, full to brim, collapse each day,
Staff and pupils self isolate,
Again and again and again,
Hospitals pushed to the limit,
Rules that change on weekly basis,
Track and trace that will never work.
False hopes are raised about vaccines,
Cabinet goons claim victory
Against covid before it’s won.
The whole charade was bound to fail,
From herd immunity madness,
All the way through on off lockdowns.
This is no disaster movie,
Families are losing loved ones,
Each bad move Tory shit mistake
Echoed by Starmer, fucking fake!
Pandemic news gets worse by hour,
All this shit to regain power.
Mutation infects really fast,
The race is lost, the future’s past.
Still at least we ain’t got no-deal,
The hero’s done it, so unreal,
Pupils will train to test themselves,
The troops stand by to webinar,
The time to save so many lives,
Came and went in the blink of eyes.
Health experts cry catastrophe,
Still we are nowhere near the peak.
One year on and nothing can work,
Except for a total shutdown
Of public, private, everything.
No more deaths, zero tolerance,
The only way we can survive.
Some say fears are paranoia,
Maybe Boris needs a lawyer.
I wrote of pandemonium,
Nine months ago, right near the start,
Now army stands in every city,
If I’m not wrong, there won’t be pity.

Harry Rogers In the Yellow room, 30th December 2020