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Every night I lie awake
And every day I lie abed
And hear the doctors, Pain and Death,
Confering at my head.
They speak in scientific tones,
Professional and low--
One argues for a speedy cure,
The other, sure and slow.
To one so humble as myself
It should be matter for some pride
To have such noted fellows here,
Conferring at my side.
They work with herbs
and penicillin
They work with gentleness
and the scalpel.
They dig out the cancer,
close an incision
and say a prayer
to the poverty of the skin.
They are not Gods
though they would like to be;
they are only a human
trying to fix up a human.
Many humans die.
They die like the tender,
palpitating berries
in November.
But all along the doctors remember:
First do no harm.
They would kiss if it would heal.
It would not heal.
If the doctors cure
then the sun sees it.
If the doctors kill
then the earth hides it.
The doctors should fear arrogance
more than cardiac arrest.
If they are too proud,
and some are,
then they leave home on horseback
but God returns them on foot.
Killing 'cancer patients' faster, by chemo, radiation;
What good is their non-productive, costly education?
Who seized the life, bodies, minds and our nature?
They are chemists, doctors, physicists, lawyers are!
Whatever they been doing, failed the humanity;
They got impotency, institutionalized with insanity!
As of yet, to cure cancer, they have no remedy;
For a little blister, they just make people amputee!
For cuts, wounds, conveniently they blame diabetes;
No care to cure injury but been making amputees.
Food is the medicine and we all know this remedy;
Why let doctors control the life is very unnecessary?
To imbalance our brains, nerves, blood circulatory;
Keep injecting in retinas if they see eyes watery! .
Bodies are OK but they make them worst as preys;
We all have silent sickness but they dig out diseases.
They are allowed to do more injury, for fact for that;
And by losing immunity, faster deaths patients get.
Doctors are licensed, we are obliged to follow;
No cure, experiments for medical industries, they do.
How about those destructive chemists, physicists?
They are worst than lions, tigers, many wild beasts.
Making dynamites, WMD, nuclear bombs-missiles;
Tanks, bullets, machine guns, sophisticated rifles.
They are to answer what they invented for us, so far;
Let them say why defeated herbal meds of nature?
The secret is, basics of medicines are plants, trees!
Why not million years old methods of recoveries?
by Chan Mongol
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Ratnakar Mandlik29 May 2019 11:50 Corporate culture alongwith cheating and fooling masses prevalent in health cure sector adroitly pin pointed. Congrats on poem of the Day. Lyn Paul29 May 2019 10:20 A powerful write. We do have to accept that without medicines there would be many lives lost. Though at times medicines also kill. Natural herbs I do use on many occasions and also believe in the art of kinesiology. Wonderful words expressed.See More
Douglas Scotney29 May 2019 08:44 Zeitgeist of killing in all fields Alouwou Mandjah29 May 2019 08:09 Thumbs up Chan Mongol Prabir Gayen29 May 2019 04:04 Beautiful poem... congratulation for being poem of the day...thanks///
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Doctor, doctor, come and see,
Is there something wrong with me?
Cough or cold - do check again,
I've to run and catch a train.
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