Well
you’re not so sure that it’s going to work out fine,
in
isolation here, for so much time.
You’re
longing hard for some normality,
but
Covid Nineteen, it doesn’t agree.
Locked down at home, wrapped
in your cocoon,
smile
you’re on Covid Honeymoon.
Your
loved ones, they love to have you there,
twenty-four-seven,
with a mad-eyed stare.
Up so
high on the seventeenth floor,
screams
and shouts that no-one can ignore.
You thought it would be safe
again by June,
smile
you’re on Covid Honeymoon.
Insults
and threats, surly vicious tones,
access
denied to anybody’s phones,
the
one way out of here is locked and latched
and
all your benefits have been snatched.
You know now that you’re
living with a goon,
smile
you’re on Covid Honeymoon.
Bright
boys from Eton, failed to foretell
how
close for some this would be to hell.
In
between the whiskies and good, strong, British tea,
no
space to consider human sanity
primed to burst like a
pin-pricked balloon
smile
it’s our Covid Honeymoon
Bold
Brexiteers, they failed to foresee
health
staff deaths through lack of PPE.
They
won’t admit that they might have slowed the pace
if
they’d set up for Lockdown with test and trace.
Yet they claim every penny
spent’s a boon,
smile
they’re on Covid Honeymoon.
So
much is closed down, so many on furlough,
enterprises
sinking in the growing debts they owe.
Our
framework’s much more fragile than we think.
We
didn’t see the abyss, ‘though we stood on the brink.
And no-one can be sure that
they’re immune,
smile
we’re on Covid Honeymoon.
So
many leaders, so many talking rot,
striving
to shore up what they think they’ve got;
so
many corporations standing by
waiting
to profit while so many people die;
hoping that you’ll still
dance to their tune
and smile
on your Covid Honeymoon.
This
may be our final opportunity
to
change the way we run the show, a chance for us to see
the
myths we’ve been living in are far from secure –
we’ve
mistaken the symptoms for the cure.
But better prepare for more
smoke and mirrors soon
as you smile
on this Covid Honeymoon.
