Corona Virus is Shit - By a 9 Year-Old Boy

Corona Virus is Shit

By a 9 year-old boy.

It seems the world’s gone crazy, school’s been cancelled, I’m at home,
With my mum, my dad, my sister, and all their mobile phones.
Some Corona Virus thingy, has changed the way we live,
They scroll and click and tip, tip, tap, and laugh at things called gifs.

Our house is like a factory, books and papers everywhere.
Mum’s work spread out on the table, the cat beside her on the chair.
My sister’s in the kitchen, on all the breakfast stools.
I can’t believe I’m saying this, I really miss my school.

I miss the proper playtimes, playing tag with Joe and Dom,
Queueing up at lunchtime, even getting my sums wrong.
I miss the things we always did, like learning naughty words
From Joseph, ‘cos he knows a few, like ‘shit’ and even worse.

I miss running out of school, when the bell goes at the end,
To see my smiling Nana; one of my best friends.
I miss football training, on Thursdays with my Dad.
He had a trial for Grimsby once, or so he always says.

Saturday should be match day, not this week, that’s all gone.
And friends can’t come round anymore. What’s happened? What’s gone wrong?
No-one has the answer, the world’s gone flippin’ barmy
(I could have used a rude word there ‘cos my friend Joe’s got plenty).

A man got sick in China, from bat poo; oh yeah sure!
And now we can’t do anything, and my Grandad’s stuck indoors.
And now I can’t see Benson (that’s Nana and Grandad’s dog),
We used to walk him after school, by the horses or in the wood.

Because some bloke in China, got sick now we’re like this,
And men have flown up to the moon? Come on you’re taking the mickey (my Dad’s listening!).
You can bail out all the bankers, when all of that goes wrong,
But you can’t protect the nurses! What the ‘Wuhan’ are you on?

You said there was no money, no ‘magic money tree’,
But you’re wrong I see it every day, when I turn on the TV.
I see people driving Lambos, I see yachts and great big houses,
Then I turn the channel and see boys like me, but with no food, no shoes, no trousers.

The world’s gone very wrong you see, and it was always going to happen,
That a man gets sick in China and a woman dies in Clapham.
Because we’re all linked together, in a chain of small events,
So perhaps when this is over we can start to make some sense,

Of how the rich get richer, and the poor stay poor,
Of how a Chinese market, causes death in Bangalore.
Of how a man in suit and tie, who works from nine to five,
Earns more money than a nurse, whose life is on the line.

So when this shit is over (I don’t care now, Dad’s asleep),
I’m going back to my old school to learn new words like ‘bleeeeep’.
But that’s not all I’m going to do, I’m going to find out why,
When men can fly up to the moon, and build castles in the sky,

Why at the bottom of those castles, there are kids the same as me,
Who go hungry every single day, waiting for someone to shake the tree.
Why a man got sick in China, but we haven’t got a clue,
Why hundreds die every single day, because they get the flu.

One day I’ll find the answer, because the world right now is not it.
But the only thing I can say right here, is that this Virus thing is shit.