Queue Here For Your Freedom

I had my Covid jab today,
Went along to join the line
Of anxious people
Wanting to feel fine.
There was a queue
Waiting- spaced apart- outside
And every few minutes
Someone employed
As a guide
Would let someone
Take their first steps
To freedom
As they were called forward
Into the surgery.

There seemed something
Vaguely disturbing
About all these people
Conforming
Not questionung: Assuming
The experts have got it right.
Get your vaccination.
No time for independence
Of thought
Perhaps.
Or consideration of
Unforeseen consequences.

Like nearly silent
Lambs to the slaughter
Parents, sons and daughters:
"You will be free"
We're told
For until you get the jab
The shops will stay closed.
The pubs and cafes won't
Open their doors to you
So get in the queue.
Get your jab.
Fear has made us
Silent masked conformists.

Don't lets always be conformist.

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