DON’T ASK

I have written a poem, which is a strange activity for someone who doesn’t really like poetry, despite the fact I teach it – this is probably agitprop anyway.

 

 Don’t ask us to die - ask them to justify
 

 Infection, injection - election.
 A gamble with the herd 
 Betting the farm on science success,
 Using the NHS.
 

 Don’t ask us to die - ask them to justify
 

 The herd won’t be heard
 Not without breath.
 Hoping the patients won't tell,
 Leaving the medics in hell
 

 Don’t ask us to die - ask them to justify
 

 Lockdown, fall down, party down
 Masks don’t last.
 People look to the past - 
 Fail, might - not be right.
 

 Don’t ask us to die - ask them to justify
 

 Patience and politicians,
 Patients, impatient.
 New normal, formal funeral.
      Don’t ask
          Don’t tell
 

 Don’t ask us to die - ask them to justify 


©All rights reserved Judith Gunn 2021

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