Thursday, 8 October 2020

poem 163

110,000 and rising fast, just to wait for routine treatment 

each a life on hold, still they strive for normalities ways

 


As the rich hartily laugh, for private health trumps any que*


true, they never feel the degrade of despair filling the air



While this luxury also includes, never needing to care 


that before their hollow eyes, our nhs is being privatised 



Today tories celebrate, charlatan profits never been so great 


as you place flowers on graves, covid 19 needlessly made






*que = a line or sequence of people or vehicles awaiting their turn to be attended to or to proceed.

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