Morning ferry clouds
The morning ferry’s sailing
Past my breakfast window
Sliding like a silver swan
When I look up she’s gone.
Leaving only golden clouds
Lit up by a rising sun
The sky’s come bright
Alight from a wintry night.
The ferry’s headed right to left
Arriving at the Harbour
While Rosslare folk are still asleep
Early on a Monday morning.
The numbers in the hospitals
Are rising day on day
Some won’t change the way they play
They claim it’s too confusing.
None as deaf as those who fail
To change their selfish lives
Because their pleasures trump all causes
Their freedoms allow no patient pauses.
They party hard ‘cause ‘they deserve it’
No care for others or themselves
The innocent who catch the Covid
The nurses of intensive care wards.
In deadly wars they are the traitors
Consorting with the enemy
What about their neighbors’ freedom
From death, disease and injury?
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