The irony of lockdown is unique
More painful for the folk who live alone
Everyone’s at home but none can meet
On the telephone , my friends can speak
I want a conversation, not to moan
The irony of lockdown is unique
I long for voices, even bleats from sheep
A conversation is our human home
Everyone’s indoors but none can meet
The price we pay for safety seems quite steep
The poor may be more blighted, seeking loans
The irony of lockdown is unique
Will Boris Johnson get back on his feet
Do his best for his sins to atone?
Jesus left his home the outlook’s bleak
From the graveyards skeletons will roam
Their souls as restless as the waves that foam
The irony of lockdown is unique
We’re not at home, we’re alien as this leaf