Requiem for the NHS

The Tories, Hated Nye Bevan, But he created, The NHS, For everyone, Rich or poor, And free At the point, Of delivery, Now the NHS, Beloved by the nation, Has reached its destination, Pensioned off, At 75, Privatised, Under the guise, Of contracting out, All the parts, The entrails too, Disembowelled, And devoured, By the insatiable greed, Needed to feed, The financial contagion, Of Banks Merchant banks, Investment banks, Shadow banks, Hedge funds, And vulture funds, Dubious free trade treaties, Legalised financial liberalisation, And regulatory harmonisation, Which in proper parlance, Meant the tax avoiding, Bonus addicted, Legal loan sharks, And…

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