Finest Hour - A Lockdown Poem

Finest Hour

 Do pay tribute to our carers and give thanks to Founder, Nye,

But stay alert to phonies chasing rainbows ‘cross the sky.

When fewer of the Media dare to speak the truth to power,

A decade’s cruel neglect has rashly risked their finest hour.

As a sea of death engulfs us only some will stay afloat.

Are we all in this together? Clearly not all in one boat!

The dispossessed have little and their fate is soon forgot,

So, the poor cling to the wreckage while the rich cruise on a yacht.

Hypocrisy’s a virus that infects our sorry State,

Though not unprecedented, and never indiscriminate.

It ever seeks to favour friends that profit from the mess,

Created by the very ones who, lately, praise the NHS.

Now they chant their empty phrases, dreamed up in an Ad Man’s lair,

And endlessly repeat them ‘til facts vanish in thin air.

It’s all just smoke and mirrors veiling what lies hid behind:-

The meanness of their spirit and the smallness of their mind.