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Let’s hear it for the doctors and the nurses on our wards

The thousands upon thousands who will never win awards

“They’re heroes” Boris now insists

He’ll soon forget - their worth dismissed

One tokened in the Honours List

So beat the drum for nurses.


Let’s hear it for the carers who look after Britain’s aged

Their contribution to the cause deemed unskilled and low waged

For years enduring disaffection

Risking death from this infection

But soldier on with sparse protection.

So beat the drum for carers.


Let’s hear it for the services who fight emergencies

The fire crews and the police engaged in such activities

With wailing sirens as they come

To deal with blaze or spitting scum

So raise a glass and beat the drum

For fire crews and the police.


Let’s hear for the drivers who deliver vital goods

To or from the supermarkets into neighbourhoods

To feed the old boy home alone

The shielded woman on her own

Whose only link’s a telephone

So beat the drum for drivers.


Let’s hear it for the check-out girls at Lidl and the rest

For shelf stackers and trolleymen who do their level best

To get shops’ groceries to ourselves

By night and day like Santa’s elves

Manning tills and stacking shelves

For all such beat the drum.


Let’s hear it for the teachers and support staff still at school

Trying hard to get the kids to stick to Corvid rules

To make sure pupils’ hands are clean

And keep two metres in between

And all the while risk quarantine

So beat the drum for teachers.


Let’s hear it for the pickers and the packers in our fields

Moving on from farm to farm to maximise crop yield

Some are white and some are black

They come from Poland or Iraq

For years you shouted “Send them back!”

But now you beat the drum.




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John Coopey

Sat 16th May 2020 19:05

Thankyou, Stephen.

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 16th May 2020 17:06

I thought this was a great poem and was mesmerised by the reading. I love the way it builds and builds, until the last verse nails it.

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John Coopey

Sat 16th May 2020 08:01

Thanks, Po. The beat was provided by me tapping a bodhran I have which I bang at the end of the drive on Thursday nights. An unusual hobby, I know.

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Fri 15th May 2020 21:53

This poem sounds like a staccato percussionist who has perfected his art and craft. I enjoyed reading this so much, the sound of my thought voice ringing out its tune in my head John.

A welcome change from the chatter and clatter that is normally residing there currently.

Thank you

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John Coopey

Fri 15th May 2020 20:30

Thanks, MC.

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M.C. Newberry

Fri 15th May 2020 18:06

A hearty (and deserved) tribute to those keeping the rest of us going.

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John Coopey

Fri 15th May 2020 13:04

Thankyou, Abdul.

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Abdul Ahmad

Fri 15th May 2020 11:13

Hallelujah; John.

Let's hear it for humanity.
Keep beating the drums.
Let's hope that our rulers pretending to switch off their deaf aids to avoid the reality of these exceptional times will get the message.
Keep beating the drums of sanity.
Appropriate poem for current time.


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John Coopey

Fri 15th May 2020 10:57

Thanks, Greg. The sentiment is better than the poem, I guess. But there again so was “Hey, hey, LBJ. How many kids did ya kill today?”

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Greg Freeman

Fri 15th May 2020 09:56

Five stars for this, John. My sentiments exactly - and hopefully those of many others.

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