Soap (Box) Opera
Since we seem to be worlds apart
I am not quite sure where to start
She’s saying shut up you lot and get on with it
As if those who stall breed COVID
Is she a preacher in disguise?
Pretending to be old and wise?
This is a soap (box) opera
We‘re made to dance to her trallalah
All these words we’re not to use
If there is one left it’s the word ABUSE
Hey, woman in the black suit
When you showed us your underwear was that meant to be cute?
You believed it was your choice, your body, right?
Did you ask men to not stare or have wild dreams at night?
My language, my choice
Or so I thought until you told me to hold my voice
You deem yourself as thought provoking and visionary
But suppressing freedom and sovereignty is, sorry, shamefully reactionary
Closing the door to frank and free discussions
Won’t advance the course and may even have repercussions
Can you stop using the phrase anti-vaxxers?
It’s too big a word for you to let loose on your fellow travellers
Give the finger pointing a rest
HEALING is our foremost quest.
For four decades The Echo has printed the stories some people loved, some people hated, and some pretended not to read. If you want us to keep telling the truth, the real truth, not the sugar-coated version. We’ll need your support to keep the presses rolling. 
