I love the NHS for, at its best,
It’s mother’s care expressed
As comfort to distress by pain
And sickness suffered;
Seeks no gain but succour for the
Ills of brain and body through its deft
And healing hands;
For every year I spend
Upon this land:
Calms fears, dries tears
And mends.
From volunteer to high-paid surgeon,
Public servants,
Ever best,
Are pressured to do more with less
By greedy leaders who,
Like dirty scalpels,
Leave them bleeding
From the wounds of profit’s mess.
I grieve to see my country’s wealth
Reflected by such poorly health
For lack of wisdom and respect
For my beloved NHS.
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Hi,
You probably get dozens of these sorts of Blog nominations (- so feel free to ignore me) but I was asked to nominate Blogs for a “Best Moment Award”. As spam goes this seemed like one of the friendliest forms and I was more than happy to have my ego massaged.
http://wrenfoewisdom.wordpress.com/2013/07/09/flibbertigibbet-owner-accepts-meaningless-award/
Here are the rules for the acceptance of the award:
1. Display the award logo:
2. Link back to the person who nominated you:
3. State 7 things about yourself:
4. Nominate 15 (or however many you can) other bloggers for this award:
Anyway, thank you for letting me enjoy your blog (Wrenfoe)
(AND – Yes – the NHS rocks!!!!)
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