Panic stations all around
Bog roll’s flying off the shelves
Coronavirus is London bound
As en masse we sanitise ourselves
Lockdown could be coming
So grab your pasta and baked beans
Bulk buy as much grub as you can
Loot and ransack the likes of Sainsbury’s
Cause a riot
Jump the queue
It’s round the block
No waiting in line for you!
Stockpile everything
Then batten down the hatches
Binge on the paranoia
The media’s fuelling in massive batches
The world’s gone mad
A pandemic of insanity
As everyone starts self-isolating
Instead of roaming free
What to think?
Who to believe?
Is this real?
Or a conspiracy?!
Is it a bid?
To cull the population?
Is germ warfare at hand?
Or truly an accident of nature?
It’s hard to ascertain
Who the good guys are in this
Some say it’s a stunt to privatise
Our beloved NHS
Europe, we know,
Isn’t taking any chances
But brazen Blighty
Has yet to act to contain the advances
Of the virus
(If indeed it’s as bad as they say)
Which makes me wonder WTF
Is being kept from the public domain?
What does Boris know?
That the rest of the world does not?
Or does our government genuinely not care
If half of us pop our clogs?
I didn’t vote them in
Never trusted them anyway
And now I dislike them even more
For we’re sitting ducks here in the UK
But not to worry
If our liberty IS being revoked
As long as we can wipe our bums
We won’t care if we’re not in on the ‘joke’
For in all this hysteria
Those still ‘asleep’
Will listen to the hype
Until it’s too late to weep
Over the fact that the prophetic
Novel ‘1984’
Could soon be our reality
Now common sense is out the door.
Rachel Rhodes 