Pissing in the Wind
just another rant…
Pissing in the Wind
In that time when thoughts come and go,
I dream of truths that never were.
We slither towards a new dawn,
singing songs of past glory,
as the challis changes hands;
between those who vie for position
at the tables of the damned.
Where insults fly like arrows
from those who know no shame.
We sit in darkness waiting for our time
eating cake, singing ‘Land of Hope and Glory’.
The smell of contempt drifts down
from those who believe they rule our world
while playing politics with our birthright.
When will we say enough!
Our family silver tarnished
from tears shed in its name,
the old, the sick and damaged
wait in corridors to be saved.
Can no one cut the knot…
end this killing game?
Or must we live in darkness
with our heads hung low in shame.
Mikeverdi
Thanks for reading and commenting Trevor, still a little under powered but trying HaHa!
Mike
A very powerful piece, Mike. I agree with Trevor that perhaps a new title would be stronger.
Eira
Kind of you to drop by, your comments mean a lot to me. I will think about the title.
Mike
Great title to start with Mike. It seems to be all that’s left on occasion. It is hard not to get disheartened God knows. I have been told today by my doctor’s surgery that they “no longer accept bookings for appointments. ” we have to phone in on the day in the vain hope of being seen. Takes me back to the days of my marriage to my ex a GP. He was called out many times during many night and the phone was answered by me in his absence. A worried mother of a sick child, an old person… Read more »
Indeed Alison, all true sadly. It’s so bad now down here every practice is the same. It’s shit. When the doctors own up, it’s the amount of immigrants that have swelled the numbers looking for help. Most of the surgeries now have access to interpreters. Thanks so much for stopping by.
Mike