It’s that time again-shirt and trousers donned;
I’ll go in and do my best, try to be a helpful one.
Making sure the public is safe-
in our hands- though they don’t see the faces
that strive to achieve the best outcome,
for the elderly man or the worried mum.
The beauty of the NHS, free at the point of delivery-
it endeavours not to discriminate or berate
the weak, the poor and the often oppressed.
Foreign visitors think it’s the best
But resources are tight, demographics predicted
a shortage of nurses, but nobody listened.
We’ve reached that critical time when the last of the boomers
retire to pick up their NHS pension and come back as part timers.
Brexit! That utopia we were promised, means the foreign workers
have gone home, where they know that they’re wanted .
BoJo, Lord Snooty and all of their cronies have used Covid
to hide from the people, their primary motive.
Transfer of wealth from the poor to the rich-
gaslighting parliament with not even a twitch
of remorse or embarrassment, it makes the blood boil;
what makes it worse, is the media ignore,
instead reporting on England’s win and Larry the cat.
Grow a pair-tell the people where we are at.
Peers, careers another excellent poem, have you considered politics as your next career, you'd be excellent.
Gaslighting, well done Mary, so many points to discuss, let's go for coffee when you retire!
The bureaucracy of health care, touched a few tender points there Mary
Perfect description