Nye Bevan

Nye Bevan

Nye Bevan was the man who fought tooth and nail to

create the British National Health Service. If it was in

the realms of reality to talk to the dead, I would say

this to this Welshman." Nye, I had no hand in what your

Labour Party has done to your beloved NHS, but one by

one the cretins who did this will stand before you and

then you can spit in their eyes"

Bevan would burst from the grave

If he could witness the chaos

In the NHS that he made

They're taking it apart, bit by bit

Flogging it off to slick city spivs

Ripping off us all, by underhand tricks

Paying off the doctors

That keeps them "on side"

As they divide up the spoils

Which they called PFI

Asking for a fortune

For life saving drugs

We paid all our charities

Now they take us for mugs

Who is making a killing?

As they start flogging it off

The Traitors in Parliament

With hands in the till

They don't give a fig

For the dying and the ill

Nye Bevan is crying

Deep in his grave

As his cherished creation

Goes the American way

A Pox on "New Labour" and all it stands for

Peter Wicks "Power to the People"