Torn: a poem for Christmas
A raggedy thin cotton dress
On this little girl playing
On this freezing December day.
She’s scorned by her mama,
Left out by her friends,
Deserted by her dad
She's just lonely in the end.
Neglected by the world around her
Little Ellie is plain sad.
The priest says ‘she’s going-on bad’.
So her school calls the doctor,
The doctor calls the nurse,
Torn this and that way,
Little Ellie is just hurt!
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh
Fri 23rd Dec 2022 17:47
The Little Ellies of the UK will be fortunate indeed to get the help of either a doctor or a nurse because of the deliberate cuts in all the public services over 12 years.
Their plight incidentally has nothing to do with the valliant strikers, who, amongst other things are fighting to prevent even more cuts.....but the Murdoch rags won't mention that latter cause.