A poem about Junior Doctors

Motivated leafleters stand by the road,
arms outstretched, glove-covered fingers
offering me an ode,
with typed up gospel singers
belting out the chorus of their cause. I take one of the shedload;
my eyes carefully cover the case of their inflicted curse.

“Now, what seems to be the problem?”

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Author: Jack Taylor

Hey, I'm Jack, a 19 year old English student at the University of Nottingham. Writing goes from creative fiction to serious non-fiction. Hope you enjoy :)

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