Requiem For The NHS

The Tories, And the quacks, 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, Final destination, Pensioned off, At 65, Privatised, Under the guise, Of contracting out, Cut to pieces, All the parts, The entrails too, Disembowelled, And devoured, By the insatiable greed, Needed to feed, The financial contagion, Of Banks, Investment banks, Merchant banks Shadow banks, Hedge funds, Vulture funds, And the whole stinking edifice, That is PFI. The Private Finance Initiative.    Soon this will be,…