Follow the Covid Money trail,
This government beyond the pale.
Stinking dead cats lie all over
Ludicrous media cover.
Shifty change from democracy
Into state of kleptocracy
Took place with little or no fuss.
Press barons hid it all from us.
Whistle blowers soon were forgot,
Pandemic blew cold hot cold hot.
We found new terms were placed on top,
New rules each day, they never stopped.
For two years learning curve so steep,
At night it grew too hard to sleep.
Critical skills lost along way,
Confusion made truth hard to say.
We came too late to partygate,
Drew curtains on the track and trace,
Health ministerial snog fest,
Oh how they showed us they know best.
To be honest we’re not impressed,
Not in the North, the East, the West,
Even the South has now turned sour,
Clamour for change grows hour by hour.
We must remember, through it all,
To keep our eyes upon the ball,
We’ve all been robbed in broad daylight,
In open view, without a fight,
Massive contracts were handed out,
Opposition declined to shout,
Billions trousered by their friends,
No questions asked of means or ends.
We watched breifings upon TV,
Fears exploited across country.
Yet all the while our human rights,
Whittled away, silent news nights,
Soon it will be impossible
To call them out, nor do fuck all,
To stop the march of fascism.
Public trust? Anachronism.
To some this all sounds rather rude,
The truth is we have all been screwed.

Harry Rogers, in the Red Bedroom, 30th December 2021.