Timeless memories of days that mould
our families, and friends come round
for a coffee and a chat. While, the
insistent echoes of government tell
us what they want us to hear and
what they wilfully want to do. And
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so many hugless months have slowly
palled and painted faces with sadness
and tears of grief; often shed in lonely
funerals. A life abruptly cut off, and a
short sincere service – ending with no
friendly sharing of the persons life
over curling sandwiches, and sausage
rolls helped down with a bar bought drink.
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Children stare out at an alien world
where play is absent from schools and
teachers stand back and learning is hard,
so, they master hand washing instead.
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Some, watch from home, as they lie
cancer sick and like autumn leaves
fall unnoticed into lamentable piles
of colourful leaves, left to rot and
return to the earth leaving tracks
of unhugged tears and lonely weeping. Yet
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in a science laboratory somewhere not far
from their door, there are workers seeking
a viable vaccine; and others testing brutal
biological weapons to release, into
the void of senseless violence. And think
themselves progress til the virus enters
their homes and threatens their families.
But governments will fight on building
secret weapons that will murder and
violate, that will destroy lives, economies,
socialising, livelihoods and still they
march on regardless
making
orphans
and
silence.