Know Your Friends! Poem by Tom Higgins

Know Your Friends!



A flock of American vultures,
Circles high in a British sky,
Looking down on the once mighty beast below,
Waiting for it to die.

They came across an ocean,
Thousands of miles they flew,
To make sure they all got their share,
Of this benign giant, that they knew,

Would eventually succumb to the wounds,
Inflicted by their friends,
And as it crashes down to the ground,
They will move in for the end.

To get in first, to tear up the beast,
And rip it all apart.
No time to waste, no sentiment,
A vulture has no heart.

And all of those, for who this gentle giant,
Once provided precious care,
It's too late now, your friend has gone,
And the vultures will not spare,

Anyone who is injured or sick,
Who needs medical help in any way,
If you do not have the wherewithal,
If you can't afford to pay,

For protection against the vultures,
Provided by their friends.
This is where not worrying too much about healthcare,
For the British public, ends!

Tom Higgins 07/08/2012

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