The human race
Is far from grace;
Minds clouded by unreason.
We mock the manners of the lower class,
A behaviour that itself is crass;
A folly that's increasing.
We demand our privacy,
But then install CCTV;
Take comfort from sly peeping.
We claim respect for age
Then shove them off life's stage;
Allow hospitals' grim reaping.
No water for the old and sick,
They call it care but take the mick;
Their consciences are sleeping.
The last two verses are a comment on the Liverpool Care Pathway
Also related: The Human Condition - Part II
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