At 8 O'clock the fruit and veg shut its doors
and the street began to shake,
as the shutters shuck in the wake,
it was not thunder, I had a look
It was my neighbours,
clapping and applauding,
a standing ovation,
for those who go to work
A patrol car put on its lights
and the siren sang out
The policemen clapped
and an ambulance stopped
The quiet street was now alive
a crescendo of clapping
and singing, but some of
my neighbours will die
This evening or tonight
these figures are unbelievably high
will we see mourning in the morning?
This ain’t no bullfight
but if I was to die for my sins tonight
I am glad I got to see
my neighbours on their balconies
celebrating emergency services
This clapping echoing around the world
first heard in Italy and now in Spain
Shout it from the
rooftops and the balconies
I AM ALIVE this evening
Though a dark death
has returned to the streets of Europe
We will see the light, we have to fight
and soon the virus’s end will be in sight.
Morgan Fagg en Madrid
April Fools’ Day 2020
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