Corona – Smith Shine Poetry

Thoughts in her Covid

She bowed to the crown of this viral pneumonia, she thought on chinese doctors in chinese labs, on Wuhan city on 5g masts. The medical scales of the pangolin embroil, the bat in the pot not quite at the boil, she is dead the thesis not, more to this truth we know not.

Angels Of Mercy (NHS)

The enemy came raging, waging war on us all. with no defence, for us they did not stall. Destroying from inside, our cells as it’s host, in their bravery we heard no boast. Angels of mercy we are grateful for your grit, the nations indebted, you make each proud to be a Brit. In thisContinue reading “Angels Of Mercy (NHS)”