Silent Night

It’s Thursday evening, eight o’clock, no sound
No passing cars or footsteps on the ground
No pots or pans or cheering to be found
As nobody is clapping this time round
When this began, we clapped them off to war
Then came reports that we could not ignore
Low pay, long hours, no P.P.E. in store
Now no-one claps for carers any more
Of course we still support our N.H.S.
Of course we want to help it through this mess
Put life ahead of profit, nothing less
So give the condescending claps a rest
Instead demand a proper test and track
And give the private companies the sack
Instead of patting workers on the back
Defend our jobs and rights against attack

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