We are the Zoom call the government should see –
Fifty squares of careworn teacher faces
Each alone in a home office
In the orange glow of evening.
Together we are
A patchwork quilt of
guilt, exhaustion, disbelief.
How has it come to this?
Stories emerge of fraught Heads
Scrabbling to pull funding from thin air,
Of endless marking sparking rage or tears
And fears of being punished or found out,
The young career that never stood a shout of
Getting started.
We are the Zoom call the government should see –
Fifty squares of experience
Worth its weight in gold
Ground down into the dust
And only just now escaping
Into the morning light:
Taking those first steps towards a new life.
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