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.
Smelly Socks and Garden Peas 
Very true and thought provoking. Beautifully written! Thanks for sharing x
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Wow, this is so powerful and well written! I could feel your emotion and honesty in your words x
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Well said. Summed everything up right there. Nicely written. Be well.
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The times at the moment summed up spot on smell.
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Love this and it’s spot on. 😀
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Oh wow! How true for the times we are in currently. Well written and thanks for sharing!
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This times in a nutshell! Thank you for sharing your words x
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So true. These are difficult times for all. It’s our human nature to criticize, but I don’t envy our governments for the choices they have to make. I honestly believe there is no right answer.
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What a beautiful piece of prose – very thought provoking!
Rosie
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Or the ramblings of a half asleep mum 😉
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Peace unto all 🙏
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Well said.
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😭
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