The people have revolted
The people have revolted
Not that the Government has noticed
The only masks in Sandycove
Are on the eighty one year olds.
The kids are playing, running free
After twelve months they might as well be
And their Mums in fitted jeans
Discuss young Harry and the Queen.
Not a mask in sight but it’s outside
So I guess that’s better somehow
The masses have quietly said naught
The war is over, the battle fought.
The health officials now sound like prelates,
Respected but ignored
The sermons preached to smaller crowds
Convincing the converted.
Out in the field the horse has bolted
While they admire the stable door
Solemn ministers expounding
To the faithful few from a pedestal.
I’m happy to wait for my vaccine
Stand in line to hear my call
Mine is a generation that knows patience
Is a virtue and value more.
In my case eight years in a seminary
Of which seven spent in a monastery
Three thousand days one like another
Steels the soul for adversity.
I recount all this without anger
Or even sadness because I know
Our youth has suffered and now
It’s time to let our people go.
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