He never counts this year’s

seventeen-thousand dead

For tonight he rests his head.

Praying silent through the dark,

The scripture of a sick man’s greed.

For he believes in the profit

Off the great class war,

For here Today’s front line

Is. a. NHS corridor,

Made. Just. For. The. Poor.

He hums the tune

that "Private is Best,"

While the broken are put out to death,

With a silent, "Fuck You,"

He pays the bill

jumps the NHS queue…….over you

Inopimortality means death by poverty.

Inopimortality yes it means, your death by poverty.

And tonight a nurse weeps

For tomorrow she walks corridors

That just torture the poor

Ohhhhh Just like before

Oh yess she walks corridors

And beholds Inopimortality

That just torture the poor

Just like before

She will walk NHS corridors

That. Torture. The poor.

NHS corridor care is ‘torture’ leading to patient deaths and staff nightmares

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