Hello britain

Hello Britain, it’s me
Speaking to you
Through a tube
Made of grit and grim tangled
Mangled digital conduits
Green pastures
I grin at passers-by’s
In lockdown Britain
 
And we all just hope that
All will be fine one day
‘when it’s all over’
I keep saying, brushing that dirt off my shoulder,
 
And they’ll be enough PPE
Made on our kitchen tables,
Making up for the shortfall,
We should just be grateful.
 
And a woman
Walks up and down the street
At 8pm on a Thursday
Checking on who’s clapping
Or not.
And I think she’s great.
 
And Britain is this the end?
Is the how we’ll go,
Singing and pretending
That we’ll have Jam in Jerusalem,
Until they send us word
Hoping they’ll send us word.
 
And we’re cast,
Back to allotments
And sewing and
Coming together
Heads down and up and iron
From the gate,
Taken,
Tea taken from India
 
And Zoos filled with other worldly
Creatures where the sun never
Sets.
 
And these romanticised past times
Are rose tinted views of past crimes
That can keep us all checked and in line.
Keep your head up and carry on,
Hello Britain.