If you can see the stage when all the crowd

Are leaping up and blocking out the view.

If you can hear the band, despite the row:

The bass drum kick, the voices clear and true.

If you can get the meaning of the show

The words, the tunes, the dance, the gags - the fun.

If we can make you care and lift you when you’re low

And give you joy and peace, and laughs, and song.

Then why can’t you see Mark, who rigged the lights?

He hasn’t worked since March, when gigs got binned.

And why can’t you hear Colin with the mics?

His rent is due, but nothing’s coming in.

Why can’t you all just simply understand

We’ve got no work - but worse, we’ve got no hope.

Why don’t you care? Not just about the band

But all the crew who help to make the show?

So

     Open up the doors and let us in!

We’ll wash the stage and wear our gloves and mask.

So many of us want to work again

We’ll give you shows; you only have to ask.

So far we’ve kept our heads.  Let’s not pretend;

We’re slipping now.  We know it’s coming back.

So what do we do next? How can we help?

We will be back - don’t make us wait too long.

#govcantseeus