Here on Plague Island, we’re learning to live
With hundreds of deaths every week.
Our kids get infected
Who should be protected;
It’s something, of which, we don’t speak.

Here on Plague Island, we’re learning to live
With queuing for pasta and fuel
With shelves standing empty
In this land of plenty
We’ll all soon be back eating gruel

Here on Plague Island, we’re learning to live
With multiple versions of truth
Facts freely decided,
Clinicians derided
No need for the burden of proof.

Here on Plague Island, we’re learning to live
With sewage pumped into our rivers
With fast-rising prices
Our households in crisis
We’re facing a winter of shivers.

Here on Plague Island, we’re learning to live
With leaders who bully and lie
They feather their own nests
They look on us as pests
If ever we dare to ask why.

Here on Plague Island, we’re learning to hate
‘Migrants’ and ‘Experts’ and ‘Others’
We’re told they are taking
The hopes we’d been making,
Though last year we knew them as brothers.

Here on Plague Island, we’re learning to die
Without ever making a fuss.
We’re dying much younger,
We’re dying of hunger,
With no one to speak out for us.