Test & Trace
Lest we forget
This piece is part of a series of simple poems I wrote in 2020, a personal perspective with brief descriptions of context. Quite early in the spring 2020 covid event I did something very few people did: I read the Coronavirus Act.
A number of things struck me. First, the detail: this was not a response to an emergency, it was a carefully prepared plan. Then there was the tyranny: the sweeping powers and the overturning – just like that, unchallenged – of established public health protocols. Medics were instructed to ignore their instincts and their training. The order was, effectively: ‘If in doubt, call it covid.’ Second opinions were banned along with post mortem examinations – shocking, and entirely illogical if this truly were a novel disease that needed to be studied and understood.
The clause that hit me between the eyes, though, was the one where the government gave itself permission in advance to market all DNA samples and data harvested from the public through any testing regime that might be put in place. Various UK governments had for some time been touting a plan for the UK to become ‘a world leader in biosciences’. Here is how this was to be achieved.
Sure enough, and in a suspiciously short space of time, millions of test kits were available to the masses while pressure was applied on everyone to use them (I am proud to say that I never did). I was aware that the late Dr Kary Mullis, Nobel Prize-winner and inventor of PCR, had been emphatic in stating that it was a useful research tool but should never be used diagnostically. As I understand it, it can be used to find stuff in tiny quantities and amplify it for examination, but it can’t tell you you’re ill.
Yet my social media feeds filled with pictures of friends virtue-signalling their obedience – extra points for a positive result, it seemed! (Happily, none of them died.) I am still quite easily triggered by the covid testing fraud, particularly as PCR is currently being used to “test for” bird ‘flu and condemn to execution millions of food-producing birds.
The Coronavirus Act effectively prorogued parliament; there was to be no public debate. The Opposition, that had made such a fuss about prorogation the previous year, embraced the dictatorship. Their only actual opposition was to complain that the government wasn’t rolling out restrictions harder, deeper, faster. The then-leader of the Opposition is now our Prime Minister, overseeing a legislative programme of surveillance, censorship, restriction, impoverishment and – for those who can’t take it any more – State-sponsored euthanasia (this last postponed for now, at time of writing).
As far as I am aware, The Coronavirus Act has not been repealed. It sits on the statute books ready to be reactivated on a tyrant’s political whim.
TEST & TRACE
Test and Trace, fear and shun,
“elbow bump” as though it’s fun
to greet your friends as plague-foul rats.
Follow government diktats.
Test and Trace, just in case.
Show ID but hide your face.
Join the queue, take the test,
keep the Worried Well repressed.
Test and Trace, divide and rule.
Shield the doctor, close the school.
Stay at home, never mix,
obey the iron “Rule of Six”.
Test and Trace! The swelling State
dictates the rate of Granny’s fate.
Abandon family, know your place.
Love and kindness have no base.
Test and Trace for each new “case”,
wear a mask or face disgrace.
Ask no questions, heed each word,
join the terror-stricken herd
blindly putting all their faith
in government to keep us “safe”.
Inhumane, this cold embrace –
the global race to Test and Trace.
Peppy Scott
