Out of the single market
They never saw it coming
The jokes of the Jester
Were waiting without warning.
Lost tribes
Collective blindness
The nations lost their role
Condemnation and death tolls
Nineteen over eighteen
Corona over Karuna
The viruses spread like Kryptonite
Weakness to very SWOT team
Gordon’s dream
Ginn and tunics
Emergency times
The hospitals swabbed double time
This thought is not anymore.
Sometime before Ukraine
Waiting for the pain
Lockdown and all those people at home
Gardening with new purchased gnomes
Recycle grass
This is some of the way I saw the world come to pass

How about you?

AI Summary

It’s a poem about watching a decade of upheaval — Brexit, national confusion, Covid, lockdowns, hospitals, fear, absurd humour, and the strange domestic rituals that kept people steady — unfold like a single shockwave. The speaker moves from geopolitical rupture to garden‑gnome stillness, tracing how global crises collided with tiny, intimate moments of survival. It becomes a portrait of someone witnessing history with disbelief and dark wit, ending with a simple, disarming question that asks how the reader lived through it too.