Born Forty-eight


As empire expired
A National Health Service
Now on its last legs

God bless the 1960s
And that I have no children

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on January 21, 2018, in Poetry, Tanka and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 18 Comments.

  1. Arrgh yes those baby boomer years I was a 50’s baby.. πŸ™‚ Enjoying the swinging 60’s πŸ™‚

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  2. spent my working
    life in the public health service.
    why citizens have been misled
    on the right to universal care
    is totally criminal πŸ™‚

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    • Me too. (Learning disability in my case.) “Divide and conquer” has been a motto for the power-hungry for millennia and unfortunately it still remains effective while the wolves feed on the sheep. Several kinds of learning disability it seems.

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  3. If the entire world would stop spending money on military and war and instead invest in healthcare (and research) we’d all have improved health, affordable care, and world peace. But then I’m a dreamer. (…sigh….) πŸ˜”

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