Not the National Health Service

They clip along clinical corridors

and treat the tedious and the tragic,

each one reaching beyond their

limits so that each one has hope.

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Enclosing, muffling masks cover 

their sympathetic smiles, then it’s

visors and space suits and visitors

unwelcome, and the space is sanitised.

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Theatres meant for healing lie 

   empty, panicking patients at home,

while government ministers give

a twist to the screws that will 

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kill it, destroy it, and buy the 

national out of its name, whilst

service is gone from it too, and

it lies broken and bruised and 

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will be publicly, privately owned, 

and clinics will return to those 

dying

in destitution, for still a few

brave medics work out of

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poverty, kindling purpose ‘n

compassion, understanding

and the graciousness of a 

few, living in debt to live out

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their commission to serve

the suffering sick, keeping 

hope for free, while hospitals

thrive

in the pockets of the rich.

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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