Mythical Midwife

On a day in December

A very scared man

Warned the rest of the world

That we needed to plan

For a horror was coming

Like none seen before

At least nothing like it 

since the Second World War

We were all far too slow 

To respond to the warning

It had already spread

By the following morning

A half hearted effort

Was made to contain it

We could cope for a while

But could we sustain it?

Death numbers were rising

You could all do the sums

So you clapped every Thursday 

Some used saucepans for drums

We sweated our socks off 

While numbers just soared

Meanwhile friends home on furlough 

Complained they were bored

 

Now the cracks in our system 

Have been further exposed 

To fill them, more levies 

Will soon be imposed

Healthcare needs much more money

The easiest way?

Hit the biggest employer 

Take it out of our pay

While I’m out on the shop floor

And doing real graft

Some fat man in an office

Is writing a draft

Coming up with ideas

For how he can squeeze 

More sweat out of staff

 Already on their knees

We’re passionate people

 And we still want to care

But the way that you’re treating us

Just isn’t fair

Instead of giving false promise 

And lyrical waxes

Why not go after those

Who are paying no taxes