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I believe in the bold tomorrow,
The theory of the radical way,
Without friends and follow,
Upon the past undone with sway.

The Bush’s read their bible,
The Clinton’s quietly prayed,
Reagan, the actor did idle,
The visit to the church stayed.

It’s amazing to purport, know,
That the evangelical wing sings,
The Trump as a friend, rep to sow,
Leading, landing whatever brings.

However, Covid is primal, important,
More critical than a Son’s life,
Biden’s Task Force will sway, bant,
The virus that cuts like a knife.

We’ve found a vaccine at last,
Two, one from Oxford, Belgium;
Pfizer will reverse the mast,
Which gave dignity titanium.

I don’t question Oxford’s ability,
Even with an antigen impossible,
Complex formulae are viability,
And morph forms are plausible.

Maybe by Easter we’ll be normal,
Free to do what’s right and storm,
Shops, pubs, cafes, stops informal,
Restaurants where people can norm.

The church will be ecstatic, Easter,
Jesus = alive, not dead you see,
He will walk on water and say teaser,
Certainly, turn water to wine for me.

I did not think Covid was a disaster,
When Oxford and the scientists said,
They would develop a vaccine, master,
And do this with all, everything, dead.

Testing and social distancing, hands,
Are proving effective at prevention,
So the app makes us mobile, lands,
Potentials a fourteen day intervention.

With Nicola at the top with free towels,
And Boris dedicated to the cause,
With the two other devolutions’ trowels,
We’ll begin to sing again the clause.

Nobody should feel so scared, cried,
Of going out and relaxing your legs,
Although China’s not respected, hi’d,
Regarding the iPads, iPhone’s, pegs.

If the virus came from China, Wuhan,
Does that make China guilty, red,
When no West scientist, cultures, ban,
Advised them on their pigs market, read.

They handled the virus rightly, ok,
Using face masks, isolation, orders,
Certification and shunning was the way,
They stamped out the antigen, borders.

Politics, UK, will be better, dynamic,
After Covid-19 takes a hitch, leaves,
Because governments will polemic,
The dangerous, cruel and the thieves.

If your life is stolen unpredicted,
Then just know that you died proud,
In a scientific world of inquiries directed,
At creating safety, pathologies aloud.

The governments will return, fund,
The successes of the academics,
A solar and wind power cunned,
Will energise our society dialectics.
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