A line of people waiting to get tested
“Losing a day’s wage I am”
A line of fighter jets just off the factory line
And they discover a fault
That will cost millions to fix
(Don’t tell the taxpayer)
A line of cars stuck in the snow
Freezing to death
Pleading for help
And there’s no-one there
But Countdown
5
4
3
2
1
Lift off
And a blazing fire lifts the rocket from planet earth into space
With a Senator and youtube star on board
And they float about in their capsule
Before plopping back into the Atlantic
This news just under
The latest covid figures
And the nurses and doctors
Breaking down
Like the fighter jets that cost us
Billions.
So what do we do?
We stand outside and in unison
Applaud and bang skillets
Because
What else can you do?
Categories: Poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, Virus
A Different Country 
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