Felt like mixing it up with some anapaestic tetrameter today. It’s still a sonnet. Fight me.
From a responsible social distance, of course.
Are they going to tell us that none of this happened?
It wasn’t that bad, when it comes to an end?
“The economy needed a bit of a slap and
Now look! It’s all better! We’re all on the mend!”
They’re already implying it’s not all that serious
“Everything’s fine, and it’s under control.
We are leading the fight!” The news makes me delirious
But, I suppose, in the end, that’s the goal.
When the lockdown unlocks, will they go back to blaming
The NHS staff whom they currently praise?
Will we somehow forget that they’re suddenly shaming
The ones they applauded in quarantine days?
As we try to recover, they’ll swear that we thrived:
“Look! One hundred percent of survivors survived!”
Tom Juniper Poetry 