Our father Aneurin Bevan
Uploded was thy game;
Why,Kingdom come, Before thy will be done. No N.H.S.No Heaven. Give us fair pay,our daily bread
Don’t leave us with C-PTSD
As we confront those who legislate against us.
But deliver us from Weasels.
For thine was the Fair Game,the Hour and the Story
Maybe once but will it be ever again? …
How my heart sings 