Poems and ponderings on the health crisis that hit the world in early 2020.
(if you're elite)
Britain needs pickers
We have a picking drought
Particularly since we’ve kicked our usual pickers out
So pick yourself up
and dust yourself down
Pick up a lift heading out of your town
Here’s your harvest
basket – fill it!
Harnessing the wartime spirit!
Dig for Britain
saw us through
Let’s pick to fight off Covid too!
Let's keep this briefing brief
We don't want the grief
I'll shuffle my sheaf
Turn over a leaf
and pass that question to the medical chief
Janine's video contribution to We Shall Overcome's Isolation Festival, held online on 11 April 2020, featuring the poems:
- Disaffected Middle-Aged Women
- Clap for Carers
- Wherefore Art Thou, Capitalism?
- Thoughts and Prayers
Lyrics by "Borissey"
He was socially close, untamed, unmasked
His magic medicine uncasked
He didn't care so he never asked
He'll brush it off, he's so athletic
The tough guy, leading man aesthetic
No chance it makes him empathetic
He'll rise above like Kilimanjaro
Always survive like the Cult of Skaro
Covid can't hurt Bolsonaro
Lesser beings must feel jealous
Freeborn John was one
Coronavirus is not:
A great leveller