Look up
Red sky in the evening,
“Herd Immunity means your freedom”
Red sky at dawn
“we’ve weathered the storm”
Red sky at night
“We’ve done everything right”
Red sky at sunrise
“We promise tests and supplies”
Lies.
Burning like skies
and contempt in my eyes.
Yet again,
made no sense,
mixed messages,
incomplete sentences,
no clear direction.
What was his intention?
Just to further confuse a nation?
Force employees back to an unsafe workplace?
There’s not even enough PPE for those in healthcare,
where’s he expect private companies to source theirs?
I’m not sure he really cares,
unless it’s a company in which he has shares.
The sky at night
shades the view
obscures our sight
whilst men like Boris
dodge the light.
I’m alright
Jack,
that’s his tack.
But we burn brighter than that,
these flames have been fanned
by his inadequate command,
and the deaths at his hand.
His stuttering
wasn’t the smoke screen
he hoped it would be.
The skies are clear
alight with indignation,
at the lack of a panacea.
There is unity in our disbelief
we’re all confused by his speech
and seem to finally appreciate
the major failings
of the Tory Party.
Hip hip fucking hooray.
CARE UK
The answer to all our prayers
you don’t need masks,
gloves or aprons
you don’t need testing
don’t need relevant information.
You don’t need access to GPs,
for this or any other disease
we don’t care you’re on your knees
the NHS needs to cut services
so can you pick up the slack please?
Oh and whilst your at it,
we will be discharging residents
without being confirmed as negative.
So if you can keep them isolated
that would be appreciated.
You don’t need to count your deaths in statistics
if we fiddle the numbers it’s better for business.
You don’t need respect for your “unskilled” vocation
nor recognition
or remuneration
not a sniff of monetary compensation
for the decimation
of social care as an organisation.
You don’t need investment
or basic living wages
you don’t need changes
to privatisation.
You didn’t need help with better preparation
or to be included in our conversation.
We have the solution.
We have solved the equation.
The cure to the ails of an ageing population.
The overwhelming power held in his hands,
the glint of green on his lapels.
Grinning like a Cheshire Cat
brimming with pride
at his mislaid plan.
The dream he has to sell;
a branding
and a badge.
Cheers Matt.
Problems solved,
just like that.
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