Unprecedented Times: Bards in Lockdown
This Isn't A War
This isn’t a war, it’s a national emergency
Yet still we create heroes to sacrifice needlessly.
Under-funded hospitals, no tests and not enough PPE,
Acting shocked like we haven’t had a decade of austerity,
Sweep it under the rug is now our national policy.
The government wants to pretend that this virus has somehow made us equal,
Whilst blaming any failings squarely on the people,
When their provisions to key workers have been nothing but feeble,
Talking about flattening the curve when they’ve helped it rise like a steeple,
Now we clap on a Thursday for the NHS they tried to cripple.
When it started Boris wanted a path of herd immunity,
A plan to sacrifice the vulnerable and the elderly,
Feet were dragged for so long to try and protect the economy,
That it’s no wonder people got scared and found comfort in conspiracy,
Followed racists like David Ike into pointless fear over 5G.
All the talk of Blitz Spirit, staying strong and calm for the sake of society,
Well I can’t be calm, I’m just getting angry!
Angry for the sake of the lost friends and family,
The needless victims of a bungled responsibility,
That this government seem happy to whitewash from our history.
This isn’t a war,
It’s an international tragedy,
Yet we are led by people who see it as an opportunity,
To strengthen their investments,
Or to add a Churchillian moment to their story,
This, our darkest hour, is seized by them as a chance at glory,
When all this is over they’ll call it a victory.
This isn’t a war,
But they sure want it to be.
This isn’t a war, it’s a national emergency
Yet still we create heroes to sacrifice needlessly.
Under-funded hospitals, no tests and not enough PPE,
Acting shocked like we haven’t had a decade of austerity,
Sweep it under the rug is now our national policy.
The government wants to pretend that this virus has somehow made us equal,
Whilst blaming any failings squarely on the people,
When their provisions to key workers have been nothing but feeble,
Talking about flattening the curve when they’ve helped it rise like a steeple,
Now we clap on a Thursday for the NHS they tried to cripple.
When it started Boris wanted a path of herd immunity,
A plan to sacrifice the vulnerable and the elderly,
Feet were dragged for so long to try and protect the economy,
That it’s no wonder people got scared and found comfort in conspiracy,
Followed racists like David Ike into pointless fear over 5G.
All the talk of Blitz Spirit, staying strong and calm for the sake of society,
Well I can’t be calm, I’m just getting angry!
Angry for the sake of the lost friends and family,
The needless victims of a bungled responsibility,
That this government seem happy to whitewash from our history.
This isn’t a war,
It’s an international tragedy,
Yet we are led by people who see it as an opportunity,
To strengthen their investments,
Or to add a Churchillian moment to their story,
This, our darkest hour, is seized by them as a chance at glory,
When all this is over they’ll call it a victory.
This isn’t a war,
But they sure want it to be.
Mitchell Taylor – 9th Bard of Stony Stratford