The Sequel
Lockdown 2
Here we come
Be terrified!
The government bangs its drum
The second wave is upon us
Everything must close
Halloween, Bonfire night,
Christmas (potentially) up in smoke!
The furloughed ‘saved’
At least until March
But what of the self-employed?
How will they fare? Will they starve?
Did you celebrate?
Your last night of ‘freedom’?
Are you embracing this ‘new normal’?
Or are you waking up to this treason?
For that’s what it boils down to
When freedom of speech is muzzled
When mixing is prohibited
And our vulnerable cannot be cuddled
When you can be slapped with a £200 fine
For failing to comply
When you’re expected to remain inside
Isolated as life passes you by
When your ‘bubble’ becomes a cage
As you suffocate within
When you sense a simmering rage
As palpable fear sets in – again
When the streets are deserted
Yet the atmosphere is tight
Because everyone’s cowering from each other
As we’re all ‘deadly’ – it isn’t right!
Nothing about this is ‘normal’
It’s oppressive and dark
It’s not about ‘health’ it’s about control
The virus is a f***ing facade!
To make us dependent
On the state
To crash the economy
Community and family obliterate
To drive us apart
Get us at each other’s throats
Silencing any dissenters
As we acquiesce – it’s a joke
And those who rose up
Who gathered in peaceful defiance
Were forcibly disbanded
Arrested, exposed to violence
But did this make the news?
No coverage at all!
Even tonight’s London protest
Buried under a wall
A blackout because it jarred
With the official narrative
That lockdowns are our ‘saviour’
But this bullsh*t is no way to live
I don’t believe this virus
Is as lethal as they say
But it’s certainly killing democracy
And bringing about doomsday
Call it conspiracy theory
Call me raving mad
I couldn’t give a monkey’s
Because this insanity is making me sad
If you think washing your hands
Incessantly will keep you safe
If you think wearing a mask
Over one half of your face
Is protection enough
For what is to come
Then remain in your slumber
And sweet dreams, hun!
For sh*t is getting real
This is but the beginning
The Winter Of Discontent
A test of endurance most chilling
Survival of the fittest
Do I predict
Stomach churning but true
A depressing edict
So hibernate if you will
Or get out there and fight
Stand shoulder to shoulder
And show them your might!