The Supermarket Mouse

I must stay positive, I really must

Scampering across this film of dust

Whiskers tremble on twitching nose

Alert, examining empty shadows

Mice, who once were spoiled for choice

Now mourn their loss in squeaky voice

Tiny claws make tinny sounds

On bare metal shelving battlegrounds

A dozen different types of bread

Empty spaces here instead

Beans and pasta, once stacked proud

Now all gone, with the crowd

Long life milk disappeared

Hoarded selfishly, and not shared

Toilet rolls that made a good nest

Vanished suddenly with the rest

Long gone ancestors and early forebears

Told of shortages in the war years

Awry the plans of mice and men

Failed to stop it once again

COVID-19

This orient-born global threat

A cloud passing before the sun

Its silent shadow crossing our lands

Killing without a gun

 

The world awaits the final account

Holding its collective breath

Invisible, insidious, stealthy, amoral

This viral agent of death

 

There is no border it respects

No peoples beyond its reach

‘Self-isolate’ is the official advice

Don’t panic-buy they pathetically beseech

 

Come the time when those left re-emerge

Grateful to be disease free

Only to know it will happen again

A Malthusian catastrophe

The Window of Lucidity

Tossing, turning in a sweat soaked bed

Tugging moist sheets from legs of lead

Cracking an eye to the light of dawn

Another day’s prospect, this new morn

 

Pulling on socks, trousers, shoes

Tee shirt with logo “What’s to lose”

Brushing teeth that taste of booze

How did I get another new bruise?

 

What did I eat, it’s hard to remember?

My stomach churning like a blender

Shakily pouring a glass of juice

All this down to alcohol abuse?

 

Perhaps I should cut back a bit

But can I show the needed grit?

Jut now I have the power to decide

But think tonight, I’ll go with the tide

Sceptred Isles

Most migrants and refugees want a place

Where people won’t judge simply on race

Hearing of isles with tolerance and care

If it was you, wouldn’t you try to go there?

 

Looking for a better life

Less danger and hardship for family and wife

Not demanding how it must be

Willing to integrate with you and me

 

Britishness is a frame of mind

From ancient settlers and more recent kind

Our diversity matters, it’s made us great

Different views, productive debate

 

Working together to create common wealth

Valuing freedoms and national health

Respecting others’ beliefs, and those with none

Recognising arguments aren’t won by the gun

 

Those who feel this is not for them

Need not remain just to condemn

Perhaps another utopia exists elsewhere

But think on, don’t we have it, right just here?

Egocentricity

Why is it that not all can see

This universe exists for me

Plebs and vassals about this earth

None but me have much worth

 

I am not, as you, run-of-the-mill

But the exception; if you will

Hoi polloi may ever be

A unique status applies to me

 

Not expected to do my share

Of others’ plight, I need not care

So do your chores, hold open doors

Place my desires above all yours