You clap for me now
It seems recently this disease is unceasing
Leaving numbers of deceased nephews and nieces increasing
But I've been piecing pleasing moments together in my grief
Finding brief fragments of hope that offer relief
And rebuild my belief that we can and should make it through
So let me share with you a tiny piece of British breaking news
It's a poem too, read by immigrants and minorities
Essential workers, many working for the health authorities
Gently noting the hypocrisy - a country who wanted them out
Now desperate for them to keep working, though safety is in doubt
But the poem wasn't about condemnation, but rather a plea
When this crisis passes, returning to normal aint that great for me
'Normal' is being treated like an invader in my own home
'Normal' is watching the commenters under stories like this foam
"More white people work in hospitals, fuck your lefty agenda!"
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