In Nottingham, a city so fair,
Two men with schizophrenia showed they'd care,
Stabbing strangers, a tragic, sad fate,
Leaving victims with wounds that wouldn't abate.
Josef Easom-Cooper, a name we must know,
Stabbed a worshipper, leaving him to go,
A victim in his 40s, with a story to tell,
Of a life changed forever, a wound that would dwell.
Shelly Easom, his mother so dear,
Knew her son was ill, but the system didn't hear,
She found knives in his room, a cry for help so clear,
But the NHS trust didn't listen, and now we're left to fear.
Junior Dietlin, another name so bold,
Stabbed five strangers, a story to be told,
A former police officer, Keith Grafton, was his prey,
Left with a wound, and a life that's gone astray.
The trust's report showed a system in disarray,
A failure to listen, a failure to stay,
On top of the situation, a risk so high and so grand,
Leaving victims and families to suffer and to withstand.
Marjorie Wallace, a voice so clear and so bright,
Said the trust's failings could have been prevented in sight,
If they'd listened to families, and watched the person so dear,
Then Calocane's killings might not have been so near.
A public inquiry's underway, a chance to make things right,
To prevent similar incidents, and bring some light,
To the darkness that's fallen, a chance to learn and to grow,
And make sure the NHS trust does better, don't you know.
Dr Elcock, a voice of apology so sincere,
Said the trust's made changes, to improve and to hear,
The families' concerns, and the victims' pain,
And work to prevent such tragedies from happening again.
But for now, we're left with a story so sad,
Of lives cut short, and a system that's gone mad,
A chance to learn, and to grow, and to do better still,
And make sure the NHS trust does its best to fulfill.