To Be A Conservative Poem by Mark Heathcote

To Be A Conservative



First, it was a change to the free press then the royal mail.
Sold for half its real value in the bloodletting, franchising-of-the NHS, the best bits sold off, soon there'll be nothing of any public value left. And we the patients, who can't pay, will soon be left for dead.
Like so much undelivered mail.
Let us remember less we should all forget the last time it was the utilities and the rail they sold.
See to them everything is for sale. 'Roof tax, bedroom tax it's on you their axe will curtail.' The jobless out of work they say have no moral backbone community soul has gone its dying with the old stuck indoors freezing as they price you out of your home.

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