To the NHS

We come to you when we are ill

With colds or viruses that kill

Because we know you always will

Be there to help

And that you’ll never send a bill

That makes us yelp


We come to you with broken bones

Because you’ll throw no sticks and stones

Nor make us take out massive loans

If we can’t pay

When we are wracked with painful groans

Seen straight away


Oh friend on whom each one relies

You’ve been brought down by Tory lies

They say reform, mean privatise

Oh deep disgrace

A proud old institution dies

And is replaced


by Nathan H


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