Stadia are filling, crowds are crowding back.
The mask slips, though international vaccine lags,
Pubs are pulling pints again; who needs track
And trace? Meanwhile, the infection count drags
The graph line sharper, as work discipline
Is being restored and inflation rises.
The world is still there for workers to win
Away from the grasp of capitals’ misers.
‘Nothing’ll be the same again!’ it was said
When the NHS was being applauded,
But now, the leaders are telling the led
Even vague promises can’t be afforded.
Unless the wealthy are relieved of our wealth
Of course, to secure everyone’s future health.
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