ROB GEE

Rob's original poem:

Andrew Lansley – the grinning silver haired chipmunk of death.
You're the minister in charge of our NHS.

You want to hand the budget of the PCTs
to the GPs,
who'll then buy the care from “any willing provider”
which means the private companies
who've seen the pie and all want a piece.
There's nothing contained in the legislation
to stop your GP sending you to a clinic he has shares in.
Your arse to elbow transplant rate's increased.
The patients are stuffed, but the shareholders are well pleased.

You received £134 an hour
from the advertisers representing Walkers Crisps,
Mars and Pizza Hut.
Then you came to the conclusion that the regulations on the food industry
could be a little bit less strict
and proved himself as a health slut,

You've been given cash
by John Nash,
chairman of Care UK,
a private healthcare provider,
who, if they have their way,
will be the biggest beneficiaries
of Conservative Libdem policies
to privatise healthcare and pull apart the welfare state.

And when the expenses scandal disclosed
that you'd flipped your second home,
you said your claims were within the rules,
filled your wallet and took us for fools;
but when your rotting, sad and gangrenous
your shit will stink, just like the rest of us.

Your white paper: “Liberating the NHS”
sets out a plan where we'll become more like the U.S.
and care will be farmed out to private companies,
who will sell their service to the NHS via the GPs
who will have more to do with service purchase arrangements
than anything to do with seeing their patients.

These plans have been slagged by patient organisations,
charities and unions,
nursing and medical institutions.
The Royal College of GPs even joined the attack,
looked closely at the proposals
and said they were crap.

It's all so you can save 20 billion quid
to clear up a mess that the bankers deposited,
and now you're going to open up the NHS
with sweeping reforms for which no one voted.

The NHS reached an all-time high,
of public satisfaction in 2009.
Death from heart disease had dropped
and you'd a better chance with cancer,
but Dave Cameron said the NHS was second rate
and had to update,
which is great
coming from a rich bloke who looks like a panda.

Putting Macdonalds and Pepsico at the heart of government policy
on tackling obesity and heart disease
is like putting a shark in charge of a swimming pool,
or King Herrod in charge of a crèche facility.

Aneurin Bevan said the NHS
“will last as long as there are folk with the faith to fight for it”
and as the people, we demand
a national health service owned by the public
that gives good health care, free of charge when you need it;
that's driven by need,
not the need to make a profit,

And with this act
you've wiped your crack
on the last tatters of the post war dream
that my parents gibber on about
when they’ve not had their medication.
You're turning the NHS
into nothing more or less
than a logo,
with plans being made to reflect special interests,
and for that
I curse your soul to the very arse of Satan.

The NHS is for care not cash.
and when it's gone we'll never get it back
You might be smart and you might be flash,
but will you'd still look better
with a broken thermometer
stuffed up your jacks.

By Rob Gee

Director: Tom Walker
Director of Photography: Dino Dimopoulos

A huge thanks to Unison for making this film possible!