There were selfish celebrations

While we were locked inside

Salubrious salutations

Meant irony did not hide.

Pain, anger and dirt fills

The way that we all feel

Going around in circles

Like a hamster in a wheel.

Once you’ve seen the bigger picture

You can never then return

To believing shallow scripture

That the bourgeoisie then burn.

It’s a time of utter travesty

And Orwellian hypocrisy

Getting hoodwinked by humanity

In deceptive dead demockracy.