The poor can’t take this lockdown for too long.
They have no back gardens, no birdsong
Their bed rooms shared, or they have none at all
No privacy, no silence, it appalls
I hear them talked about in cruel ways
“They go into McDonalds every day”
Would you cook your meals in red wine bathed
If you had only got a microwave?
They can’t keep warm in winter in their homes
McDonald’s is a luxury they earn
Clean and neat with heating and hot drinks
They sit and look at me , like I’m the Sphinx
The average reading age in Britain’s nine
They can’t read Boris’ letter, that’s malign

The modern plague has taught us we are weak
No strong will can alter or entrap
The virus which can kill but never speak
The modern plague has shown us we are weak
We must cooperate or all is bleak
The power some feel will easily be snatched
The modern plague has taught us we are weak
No strong will can alter or entrap

The vaccination of the world began
For otherwise it seemed that death would win
For every child, the woman and the man
The vaccination of the world began
Those who did not take it would be shunned
As if poor health was felt to be a sin
The vaccination of the world began
For many people felt that death would win