Song: Hospital Gossip Poem by Dave SmithWhite

If these walls could but talk,
I'd take my small tuning fork,
And decipher whatever they say.
If these windows could see,
What you see in me,
Would they tell it to me anyway?

If these walls could but talk,
Would it be cheese not chalk?
On that we cannot but rely.
If these windows can't see,
What you mean to me,
I'm sure to catch them in a lie.

If these walls could but talk,
Would they speak of packed pork
Barrels stacked higher than high?
Or do the windows lack vision,
With their blinds in position,
Are they just too opaque to spy?

If these walls could but talk,
'Bout pandemics that stalk,
The wings that never could fly.
If these walls could but talk,
'Bout workers who baulked,
At the jabs and continue to die.

If these wards could converse,
Would they rage, rail and curse?
Like the nurse who was forced to endure.
Like the dullest dumb witness,
Would they count their unfitness,
To stockpile the dying not cure?

So if these walls could but talk,
Would they stay silent and corked,
Or remain in a state of denial?
From Bass Strait to Cape York,
Not in sad tones or mawk,
They're sure that they'd walk,
That next extra mile!

The next extra mile.
The next extra mile.
They're sure that they'd walk,
That next extra mile!