“Stay the Fudge at Home” — Alexander Hamilton
I wrote this spoken word poem as a little piece in the style of ‘Alexander Hamilton’, from the Broadway musical Hamilton.
a herd species, sapiens, told to stay indoors
locked in, only allowed out to stock up
at the shop, and exercise — says the law
in the name of survival of course
Coronavirus got a lot farther
because Government didn’t listen
showed resistance
didn’t push physical distance
now quarantined, it’s pasta and PlayStation
and each day the UK watched China choke
we knew it would come, but Britain didn’t close
its borders, we dragged our feet
now it’s consuming our towns and streets
Corona finally came, the caseload is dire
and each moment, the death toll gets higher
high temps, dry coughs, and migraines
see Britain’s NHS upholding its good name
well, doctors keep saying “this is not like flu”
you may not be showing symptoms, but this isn’t about you
staying inside, read some books, gets some education
occupy your mind whilst we’re in this self-isolation
but when you see COVID sit, full of it, folks’ vomit-ridden,
ugly cases, see John bed-ridden, and his sister Colleen
looking half-dead sittin’, at the age of fifteen
thinking of hosting that house party, better you didn’t
if it’s not essential, don’t see that friend, stay inside
because then you are saving lives
listen to the voice saying “protect the NHS”
and reduce the nation health service stress
I understand, we all have nothing to do
standing like drones in those supermarket queues
but think of the sick and destitute
think of the people still paying rent to their landlord
trading mental health for roofs they can’t afford
but this narrative goes on, written by capitalists
still squeezing the working class in a public health crisis
