Covid not ovid. A poem by Vernon Moyse

The “Metamorphoses” was Ovid
The changeling here is Covid
Mutation more lethal every day
Death has no flowery funeral celebration,
the mourning families meet negation
Their loved ones simply snatched away.

We feared not kind, health service Greeks
Or Muslim nurses turning sheets
Or Philippinos comfort at last breath
While tragedy was weaponised
By opportunists we despised
The MSM who Pee-Pee-eed us to death

Each Thursday we stood forth
Clapping for what we’re worth
To share our love for champions who serve
All neighboured in our grief
But celebrating the relief
Afforded us by all who bravely serve.


Author of novels like “The Lissome Gay But Mostly Mr Fox”, volumes of Poetry, some available free here.

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