Covid on their Minds
Dum, dum, dum, dum, de, dum.
Are our minds any clearer now?
Frantic Googling how far is Hangzhou from Wuhan
467 miles but he’s in the Philippines.
No he’s coming home. Adventure Boy is coming home.
Philippines – Hong Kong – Russia – London – Home.
Believe or disbelieve all the things we hear.
Try to strip away the myth from the truth.
Social media stream full of fake news.
Boris has it now and he rises Easter Sunday
Are we set on fire? for a new messiah
Or a very naughty man who couldn’t follow …
His own advice – admiration growing or dying?
Who would run the country if he had been a carpenter?
We need to keep in our place
Some shout “stay safe stay inside”. Protect your loved ones.
Others fret about handing over liberty or
fear global economic catastrophe.
All with too much Covid on their minds
But at least all hallowed Andrew Loydd Webber.
Broadcasts a musical every week.
It’s quite frankly a welcome relief.
Though God shakes his fist and complains
“He never pays me any bloody royalties”
Today's prompt was to write a poem inspired by music. I listened to "Too Much Heaven On Their Minds" from Andrew Lloyd Webber's "Jesus Christ Superstar". Which has continued to ear worm me since laster Thursday.
When full stream of consciousness. This is where I ended up. Very minimal tarting the piece up after!
Dum, dum, dum, dum, de, dum.
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