A long time ago, a minister for health,
Drew up a plan and invested some wealth,
From a Government kitty that we needed so much,
Allowing us all to be able to touch,
The doctors and services we rely on so much.
But, Governments change and policies too,
Problems and outrage, war and bird flu,
All come at a cost, for me and for you,
And with stealthy moves, they’ve unstuck the glue,
Selling us out – but, without going through,
Democratic consultation – or even askin’ a few.
Decisions are made behind corporate doors,
Probably the people who start all the wars,
The ones who can afford private healthcare,
Thanks a lot Labour, Mr. Brown and Mr. Blair,
But business is business and not really caring,
So wait for the take – without any sharing,
When demanding their profits – the cut corners and tearing,
It will all end in tears – like the Yanks are all wearing.