Sunday, 25 June 2017

A MESSAGE TO MR. HUNT



A MESSAGE to MR. HUNT


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Stand aside from my NHS

You’re not a guard, a sentry

You see treatment as a source of wealth

Not free at point of entry.

Stand aside from my hospital

With your greedy, lying grin

Run along to Richard Branson

Who’ll charge to let you in.

Take your credit card to BMI

To Circle Health and Bupa

But when your credit rating’s blown

See if then they seem so super.




Take your hedge fund friends

From my busy ward

I want to see them off it

We’re here to help humanity

Not cash cows for your profit

We are the final vestige

Of what you’ll never comprehend

The underpaid protectors

Of a system you can’t end;

Caring and compassion,

Lives to enhance and save,

And you shall never rule us,

From your cradle to the grave.

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