Archives for the month of: April, 2016

What an eventful day today has been,
NHS strikes everywhere to be seen,
Junior doctors been made to do the unseen,
the unheard, the unthinkable,
here comes the Tory shit stream.

Whilst we sit in our homes safe and sound,
the lifesavers are out and about,
young and old, shoulder to shoulder,
“Save our NHS”, that’s all you hear about.

This is just one problem with Tories,
again and again, they never fail to upset the crowds,
tax credits, disabled benefits, forced academies.
A manifesto full of promises and highs,
turns out, it’s just rhetoric terms and tax haven lies,

But today isn’t just about the NHS,
for we have other problems,
a war on a noun and European debates,
enough to move the discussion away,
control and persuade this craze,
Rupert Murdoch says.

Not blinded by propaganda, realities revealed
3,000 Syrian children, where do we begin?
their homes gone, parents no more, how do we heal?
ashes are all thats left, and our government planned to bomb,
with no moral obligation discussed,
no plan for the aftermath, the plan was simple,
bomb bomb bomb.

St.Georges day comes and goes,
fancy dress, real ale and pies
at least we forget these 3,000 souls,
a burden on our fun,
we show our incompetence and arrogance
towards OUR only one.

These annoying Syrian children,
whose ancestor become the pinnacle of British culture,
an emblem of her power and liberty
a sign to all lesser nations,
a symbol of our sovereignty,
but all was to be diminished, in one morbid spring afternoon.

Here in commons,
You can hear them now, those white middle-class,
“Don’t let them in!”
“Vote them out!”

they don’t want history to enlighten our minds,
of the gestures our brothers have left behind,
we may as well never remember,
remember poor George,
refuge from his land, we gave a help in hand,
years later, we parade his image, we shout his name,
we get pissed and dressed up and act all proud,
but deep down,
if George was around,
He wouldn’t be too proud.


Today in Britain, where I am, I’ve seen everything today. All four seasons of earth have been and gone, and it’s only 3 o’clock in the afternoon. Snow to sun, and everything in-between, quiet mad really. But the weather isn’t the reason upsetting me today, it’s the Tory governments actions towards some of the most intelligent of Britons, Junior Doctors, they seem to now be the new enemy of the state, or so the government and media want us to believe.

If you was alive in the 1970’s during the miner’s strike, you will know the tension. However, I’m young, and this conservative bullying of our industries is relatively new to me. I have always used the NHS, for things like… my birth, dentist and eye-tests as a child, broken bones taken care of in our A&E departments, saving my brothers life after a motorcycle accident and also quiet recently losing grandparents to cancer and well, frankly, depression killed my grandfather. But that’s just my history of usage of our amazingly superior health service. The same doctors also help the British overseas colonies and United nations projects, by going into practices in war-zones, natural disasters and poverty.

What amazing people. Truly, if I ever have a child, what more could you want than one of them joining one of the most, if not, the most noble professions of them all. Sciences, human sciences, chemistry, biology, brain surgeons, you name it.

So I aren’t going to go into depths about the actual contract, about the actual event’s that have gone on, but one statistic. 98% of the NHS staff are apparently behind the ‘All-out strike’ that is happening today. Our beloved and overlooked A&E departments are what is the big upset today.

But I’m confused, baffled, and inside this reluctancy from our own population to stand up for what is known as ‘the last British religion’, the National Health Service. Historically Briton’s have always being fighters, revolutionary and we ourselves, this little island have influenced politics all over the world. We seemed to not bother any more, weather it’s the distraction of capitalism and material objects that derives us from fighting and believing in systems that our ancestors fought long and hard for, even died. The protest against the Iraw war brought out over 250,000 people, but still, in a population of millions, that is not enough.

My only worry is with today, the media whom play a huge part within the manipulation of the population into believing certain politics, well they are already pointing the finger at the doctors, “it’s there fault”, the BMI’s fault. And people will gradually start to believe them, my father in law is one solid Tory whom already is blaming the doctors for being paid to much, shouldn’t be aloud to strike, should be working 7 days a week (to which for you americans who don’t know, the NHS is and always has been 24/7 and always will be).

When people wake up to the fact, they’re paying to see their local GP, when they’ll moaning about forking out for insurance if they break their limbs, the terrible emergency response service, the under-staffed hospitals and well… you get the picture, when it will be time to wake up and do something about. The NHS will no longer be there, privatisation is happening on a rapid scale, the middle class journalists whom use private healthcare, couldn’t give a shit. And that’s what is making me mad. The very reason, people aren’t getting mad, people aren’t showing their love for the NHS, but when they are in need of the NHS.

The NHS will not fail to come help you. This shit needs to change, TODAY.

BBC By Nick Triggle, Health correspondent . AFP photo . The first all-out doctors’ strike in the NHS’s history is a “bleak day”, ministers say, but hospitals seem to be coping well during Tuesday’s stoppage. Junior doctors walked out of routine and emergency care at 08:00 BST. The strike affects A&E, maternity and intensive care for […]

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