Wash your hands, stay at home, isolate..
Locked up, imprisoned, under house arrest, quarantined, whatever you want to call it, it’s all the same to me. Loss of liberty is more like it!
Who do they mean, what do they mean? Stay at home, don’t go out, look at them all, running to the shop, no mask, no gloves, emptying the shelves of dried foods to hide away in their little nests, it’s a me me society!
Who cares about another human being, I see people fighting over toilet paper on the TV, getting their fifteen minutes of fame on our TV screens, the anger clear and in full HD! No one cares!
They are all liars those MP’s that talk cheap to us all, who do they think they are kidding with their sound bites and private nannies looking after their kids and housekeepers running to the shops fighting just so that you, our MP’s can wipe your arses in comfort and eat your fancy food.
Clap for the nurses; clap because they have no protection despite the MP’s telling us every day how much they admire and respect them. Into battle they go, over the top, let’s go, no rifle, no PPE, no aprons, not a round of ammunition in the breach! But we clap them and they continue the fight!
Clap for the refuse collectors who take your rubbish away so we are not infested with rats! The shit jobs! Neglected by those in power for years, voted against having a pay rise, but we need them now our heroes.
Locked up, imprisoned, under house arrest, quarantined, whatever you want to call it, it’s all the same to me because I am vulnerable and I’m in the category its official! I am confined to quarters, me, this old lady with no one to get my toilet paper..................
©Celia Poppinjay – 28th May 2020