ATalking Blues
Now twenty twenty
Was the year
Corona Virus
Did appear
We queued for shops
Schools were closed
And people hoarded
White toilet rolls.
They said people
You just can’t roam
You can’t go out
Just stay at home
You can make love
But how do you start
When you’re supposed
To stay two metres apart.,
They closed the theatres
Their closed the pubs
Hotels, b-n-bs,cafes
And even the clubs
Sir Branston Pickle
And other such bosses
Tried to sue to
Recover their losses
The world was shown
How your billionaire
Just doesn’t give a fig
Just doesn’t care.
Some folk showed
so much greed
With no concern
For those in need
When Corona Virus
Has stopped its range
Then comes the time
For Social change.
Yes twenty twenty
Will be the start
Of when our society
Starts to really fall apart.
Twenty twenty only half way through
Has Already changed so much we do
hope some lesson have been taught
happiness can’t always be bought
Pandemics take no account of fame
Family or wealth, we’re all the same
Yes, twenty twenty could be the year
Maybe a better society will appear.
