Our Broken NHS

A rather topical poem that maybe others can relate to. ❤️

Our Broken NHS

I must confess to feeling stressed
About the state of the NHS
The backlogs are horrendous
It really is a mess

When folk get sick, they need help quick
But the waiting lists are alarming
Whilst such long delays, oh my days
Will further our health be harming

Communication should be key
At least that’s how it needs to be
But often patients feel left in the dark
It’s their body, but information is stark

The NHS staff really couldn’t do more
When you finally get your foot in the door
But the queues are long, at the cost of your health
Which overall is our ultimate wealth

If only there was a magic pill
To get you seen quicker if you become ill
But the NHS is on its knees
It can no longer fathom the wood from the trees

Each patient now is just a number
Drowning in a system through the weight it is under
Just a tick box exercise, where all hope feels lost
Our health is bearing the ultimate cost

© Maxine Bailey
March 2025