The NHS at 60
The NHS is now 60 years old
Is it as sick as many of that age
Who flick through mags in waiting rooms, the cold
Viruses transferred from fingers to page?
Will it reach 100? Then let’s engage
The questions of funding, and immigrants
Who do the jobs we won’t, yet still enrage
The locals and the tabloids. But who wants
Those jobs, and who’ll pay tax when we’re advanced
In age, if we don’t? Or should it be sold
Once lack of tax money and lack of wage
Condemns the NHS to remembrance?
Will pensions and healthcare then be controlled
For profit, and the poor disadvantaged?
A sexy poem about the NHS! Beats reading The Guardian!
<Deleted User> (5984)
Fri 4th Jul 2008 13:35
Fantastic poem, love the rhyme and rhythm of the verses