From the nation - fuck you

Cleaning my desktop came across this poem by @daisielanewrites

Ten minutes

Dear Prime Minister
Your apology is empty
I needed ten minutes
In June 2020

Sleep deprived, in shock
And scared of the unknown
I’d just had a baby
And was forced alone

My husband thrown out
Barely given a minute
Left to pace at home
Unallowed to visit

Not even ten minutes
In that precious first week
With his tiny new daughter
Premature and weak

What I would have given
For someone to stay
For just ten minutes of rest
To keep delirium at bay

Ten minutes could have saved
Me from sinking so far
To a low I didn’t know existed
For which my mind still bears scars

I’d become a mother
Yet I needed my own
A hug from her in person
Instead of through a phone

To meet her first grandchild
She’d have settled for ten minutes
Instead of waiting months
To obey restrictions and limits

We did it, Prime Minister
To protect our NHS
Stayed at home to save lives
While you couldn’t have cared less

Your ten minutes, Prime Minister
Were yours for the taking
You had more than FaceTime
As our hearts were breaking

Ten minutes for a mother
Sleepless and crying
Ten minutes to hold hands
With those who lay dying

You partied, drank and cheered
While we lost our own
You gave us the rules
From your hypocritical throne

And so, Prime Minister
Happy birthday to you
I hope your ten minutes were worth it
From the nation - fuck you