Thirty thousand is the price to pay
Lives worth less than money
Less than “freedom”
Less than convenience
But who will they be?
Will it be me
Will it be you
Will it be someone we love
Will it be someone unknown whose loss precludes a life bringing change and wonder
Are our lives less valued than a pint and a picnic?
Will it be you?
Written at 4.51am 23rd February 2021, couldn’t sleep and feeling cross.