My Medical Experience
A broken leg will not be left,
pain killers just be given.
No gaping wound be stitch denied
a plaster handed out.
A foreign object pierced the skin
would not be left to fester.
And if your heart will have attack,
would lazy just be called?
An if to walk you need some help
would therapy be given?
But what if these you were denied, and only pills be given?
What if these will come with scorn, and government you blame?
How well would you become?
How soon would you to work return, if nothing was to change?
And if you’re told you choose that life, because you find it easy.
How welcome would you feel?
There is no magic pill to have, that is – what we are told.
But now they have a pill for that, it’s new, just look, behold!
Therapy supposed to be, to solve the problem had.
But all I do is take damn pills, and this i’m told be glad.
Side-effects to be ignored, or worse just be accepted.
But still I go and battle on, I’m drained, I have been emptied.
How long do I remain unwell, and better not be getting,
before you will accept your wrong, and your pills – they need a vetting?
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