by 
Stephen Caldwell works as a Purchasing Manager for a family run industrial packaging supplies company in Govan, Glasgow and commuted daily from Kingskettle in Fife until lock-down. This is his poem.
We love the NHS and the service that they bring
But there’s others working just as hard so praises we must sing
The care workers are grafting hard, looking after folk
Making sure that things are fine, their tasks are no a joke
The Council Lads are walking round and emptying our bins
Wi cheery waves and skipping steps and cheesy, happy grins.
There’s drivers out delivering our much required stuff
There’s other front-line workers, who’s work life’s are still rough
Spare a thought for shopping staff who’re putting up wi lip
From arseholes who can’t understand, or cannot get a grip
Come on folks, it’s happening, we’re all in this together
We’re all stuck into lock down, no matter what the weather
Let’s sit it out, and please be nice and help out friends in need
But don’t let thoughts slip very far from others selling greed
The bastards who hiked prices up to try and earn a buck
Avoid their shops, miss them out, tell them to get to fuck.
Stay Safe!
