Friday, 26 October 2012

Norman Lamb

With apologies to William Blake
(who, on reflection, probably wouldn’t mind)


Norman Lamb who made you?
Do you know who made you,
Gave you votes and gave you wealth,
Placed in your care the nation’s health;
And clothed you in a sacred trust
To put our health and welfare first
And let you loose to do your will
Only to find you’re dressed to kill?
Norman Lamb, it shames you.
Don't you know who made you?

Norman Lamb, I’ll tell you.
Hear me and I’ll tell you:
We’re the ones who worked to make
The wealth for all your sorry sakes,
The ones who scrimped and saved so you
Could live as you’re accustomed to;
And yet, when we are sick or old,
If we can’t pay, we must be culled;
While you, meanwhile, will make the most
Of savings made by our poor ghosts.
But Norman Lamb, we’ll fight you;
Don’t think that we won’t fight you

© Abigail Wyatt

Family doctors asked to identify patients likely to die

Abigail Wyatt lives in Redruth in Cornwall where she writes poetry and short fiction and does her best to remain positive.  She blogs at abigailelizabethwyatt.wordpress.com. She can also be found on Facebook.

1 comment:

  1. Nicely done, and I'm sure Blake wouldn't mind. It's the sort of headline that makes shivers run down my spine. Does Mr Lamb think about who 'made' him in the literal sense? His own parents, who gave him life! He seems to forget that most of the 'ageing population' are someone's beloved mother, father, aunt etc and his callous and clinical 'end of life' plan for those people, being selected will have far-reaching effects beyond that individual. May their poor ghosts haunt his dreams. Bravo!

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