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 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.

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