Supermarkets
Are out of stock
All fresh food gone
Because the ‘herd’ ran a-mock
Nothing left
But junk and sweets
Because some greedy f**kers
Only themselves thought to please
Bring back rationing!
At least make the game fair!
We all have to eat!
And can’t survive on fresh air!
Gluttony is one
Of the Seven Deadly Sins
Greed another
Yet the mayhem begins
How savage we become
As depicted in ‘Lord Of The Flies’
When the masses lose the plot
And society disintegrates before our eyes
And what of our government?
Suspending mortgages but not rent?
How is that equality?
What kind of message does that send?
Why are homeowners protected?
But the rest of us exposed?
Condemned to possible eviction?
If the economy implodes?
Do they want the poorer amongst us?
Out on the streets?
Begging for mercy?
‘Til we succumb to the disease?
Then consider the NHS staff
Fighting this war
Without adequate equipment
Or protective uniforms!
Working on the frontline
Tackling the virus
Then abandoned at home
If they become victims of the crisis
GP surgeries have closed
We’re told to dial 111
But the line’s permanently engaged
We can’t talk to anyone
So those who have symptoms
Quarantine in despair
Because no one will test them
To confirm/allay their worst fears
Forced to ride it out
Wondering whether they’ll pull through
Whilst politicians declare
20,000 deaths a GOOD result!
How is that GOOD?!
Do they mean to say that’s the TARGET?!
Are they AIMING for 20,000 PEOPLE
To actually cark it?
How callous a statement
So devoid of compassion
Fanning the flames of terror
When what is required is action
The lunatics are running
This veritable asylum
The sane seem to be in the minority
Amid all this pandemonium
I understand the desire
To evacuate into space
Flee a zillion light years away
From this God-forsaken place
That said I still have faith
That our serenity will be restored
And I’m down on my knees
Praying for everyone of us
For before the calm
Inevitably comes the storm
Cleansing and purging
Though the thunder roars
The rain may fall
Torrentially
But this could be the catalyst
That ultimately sets us free
As all that was hidden
Now comes to light
The stark reality
Of a world in plight
A ‘civilisation’ so sick
It will ultimately destroy itself
Toppling the few
Who currently hoard global wealth
Because this living nightmare
Is forcing the sleeping to wake up
The revolution is coming
The Falling Tower has been struck.
Rachel Rhodes 