Lockdown Poems

I’ve been writing poems each week of the lockdown here in the UK. I started out with nice romantic “walks out in the stars” type of poem but have now got to earthy “I just don’t care” or rage against the system, the politicians who lie nightly on tv to cover their incompetence while the salt of the earth put their lives on the line for us all, & for them. The privileged ones who get preferential treatment and probably pay privately, like our useless Prime Minister who is more intent on getting his crazy Brexit idea done and to join forces with other far-right nut jobs like the lunatic in the White House, the one whose name I hat even to publicise. Anyhow, this is my latest angrier poem. I’ll publish the others each day going back to the nicer ones and then I’ll revert to a weekly poem.

For the PM

Hey, hey Boris J,
How many old people did ya kill today?
How many lies on PPE
went out on the TV?
The nursing staff should be in power,
while you, Raab, Hancock should be lower
than the cleaners on Priti’s list,
immigrant workers have more right to exist,
than you shower of shits.

Hey hey Boris J,
How many frontliners did you kill today?
How many more will you…