Desperate effigies of the powerful
Nightly adorn our television screens
Political power comes from the barrel of a camera
Brexit favoured the bankers
Before bailouts blighted fragile brightly
Forever in debt, the deceit just gets deeper
They made us sing for the NHS
The campaign to turn it into a charity was a success
The PM was happy to give his girlfriend a slap
When all they could muster was a weekly clap
A fully funded health service should not need charities
Pleading for money in its own name
It’s not a sick child,
It should be the backbone of a nation
Nurse me goodnight, NHS
You were there when I was born
And I hope you will be there when I die
The Poetry of J.J. Nugent 