I didn’t realise. I was a fool
Just another government tool
Beavering away, working hard
Until I got the pensioner’s card.
And now my ancient bones all ache
I’ll need NHS for my health’s sake
But a third of contracts in sickness’ fray
Like my local hospital, they were given away.
People’s views all treated with disdain
The Health Service reeling from such internal pain
While the wealthy go private, it’s simple for them
The ire of voters won’t be so easy to stem.
©Joe Wilson – The Family Silver Sale or The Stafford Hospital Lament… 2014
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 1:27 PM UTC
I didn’t realise. I was a fool
Just another government tool
Beavering away, working hard
Until I got the pensioner’s card.
And now my ancient bones all ache
I’ll need NHS for my health’s sake
But a third of contracts in sickness’ fray
Like my local hospital, they were given away.
People’s views all treated with disdain
The Health Service reeling from such internal pain
While the wealthy go private, it’s simple for them
The ire of voters won’t be so easy to stem.
©Joe Wilson – The Family Silver Sale or The Stafford Hospital Lament… 2014
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