“Constructive candour”, Rishi says
What on earth does he mean?
I’ll tell the whole truth, nothing but
So long as my hands are kept clean
He says he’s very sorry
For what happened to you
But as for what he’s sorry for
We’re left without a clue
Meet the new boss, backs the old boss
The pundits are surprised
That he blames all the science
“We were just badly advised”
“Constructive candour”, Rishi says
We know just what that means
Not the whole truth, nothing but
Just keeping his hands clean
The dead can’t hear your apologies
The dead can’t see your sly smile
The dead can’t hear you blaming them
Like some oversized child on trail
The dead can’t see the messages
You accidentally lost
The dead can’t ask you questions
But the dead know just the cost
Of your lackadaisical attitude
Your laissez-faire approach
The meetings you weren’t bothered by
The rules with which you did not comply
The business-as-usual you deny
The herd immunity you tried to apply…
The dead can’t hear your apologies
But the survivor understands
There’s blood on your hands
Steve White & The Protest Family 