We are in lockdown. We cannot go out
To socialize. We cannot congregate
In public spaces. Anyone who flouts
These edicts will be punished. It’s too late
To stop, or even really slow the spread
But better late than never. The UK
Is going to see a lot of people dead.
The virus isn’t going to go away
This is the new normal. And it is weird
To feel relief more than we feel alarm.
Despite a this being, once, what we most feared,
We greet dystopia with open arms.
It’s necessary. We’re under attack.
But will we ever get our freedom back?
Tom Juniper Poetry 