By Ian Copestick

 

Sweet suburbia on a summer evening,
families sitting in front of their houses,
getting ready for the 8’O’Clock applause
to thank the N.H.S. The British people standing
as one, now that there’s a common foe.
Perhaps this is it, that fabled
blitz and
Dunkirk spirit, that helped
us fight alone
against the might of the Nazi war machine.
But it’s not, it’s the human spirit,
finally set
slightly free. A new sense of
camaraderie seems
to have sprung up at the same time as this terrible virus.
People breaking down the invisible
walls and
barriers that keep us so close in measurable
terms yet, emotionally,and spiritually
 still so far apart.
Ian Lewis Copestick is a 46 year old writer from Stoke on Trent England.
He has published 49 poems in 10 different e-zines including Anti-Heroin Chic, Outlaw Poetry, The Rye Whiskey Review, Medusa’s Kitchen, Synchronized Chaos, Under The Bleachers, Horror Sleaze Trash, and more.

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