Poem: Johnson Must Answer
Poem:
Johnson Must Answer
Poem:
Johnson Must Answer
We’ve been here before. Not that long ago
we locked ourselves safe from an unseen foe.
We’ve seen the science, good sense tells us so.
Our race is responding to facts we know.
In Florence way back the poor faced the blame:
self isolation’s a rich man’s game.
Their Sanità€, the Matt Hancock of then
said: wait, wash hands, and for Pete’s sake, stay in.
In Eyam, black death took three hundred souls.
Seal up the town - it’s for thee the bell tolls.
Bill Mompesson, Tom Stanley - standing firm:
their toughest calls spared the county the germ.
Let not the nutjobs lead worriers astray.
Those who fight chemics with humbug make hay.
Forty days, nights two score, let the Earth spin.
The bug will burn out. Our patience will win.
We never imagined it happening now.
But those in charge had it planned anyhow.
No plan to harm us, a plan if it came.
That’s the epidemiologists’ game.
So like Eyam’s plague, where woman? where man?
Where is our Mompesson? Their time’s at hand.
Who do we look to, to lead us from here?
Who now can filtrate the facts from the fear?
A flaxen haired twat, a childish world king,
a charlatan set on himself - his thing.
He claimed he was Winston: W’w’want lead!
This grinning buffoon was all that we need.
But you can’t run nations on: hope and pray.
You can’t bury death stats, clapping away.
You can’t dodge the charge you’re part time, you’re shit.
You failed to defend those most needing it.
So Johnson you failed grandparents in care.
Johnson you shook hands as Death entered there.
Johnson, I proclaim that history it will
say none of our leaders served us so ill.
No one in power had such disregard
for the main chance, the needy, those hit hard.
Your ship came in, but it's a ship that skives.
It's not the economy, stupid, its lives.
It should have been different, we had the plan,
our brains, our knowledge, in worldwide demand.
You knew what to do, you knew it would spread.
Johnson must answer for those loved now dead.
Johnson must answer for those loved now dead.
