Again this is a different poem to the one I was

Again this is a different poem to the one I was going to post

But these are strange days indeed.

So many good folk

Easily led

Told to wear masks

Stay indoors

Have a weekend at home

To act as a breaker

They eat potato crisps

And take to bed

There is no fight left

To give the state a hard time

Images of insurrection

Play out on flat screens

Not in my back yard

Is left unsaid

But not without satisfaction

Smug old worlders

Shake their heads

With told you so smiles

There is nothing great

About hate

Something quite sad

About confusing

The plot of a good book

With real life

As the streets lie quiet

In Queensland

A world away

Democracy

Is given a kick in the head

As people lie dead

Of neglect

White privilege

Parades for the right

To act like children

Who have been caught

Out of school

Acting the fool

Pretending to be grown-ups

Without the sense to know

When to say no and go home

For goodness sake

Simmer down

Make a cup of tea

Have a piece of cake

Be thankful for clean water and electricity

Dream in colour

Work hard

And stay lucky