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
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Judith Gunn
