A Team of Doctors Entered My House

A team of doctors entered my house each one with a syringe on his rear not one was wearing doctor’s coat the language they talked were strange When they began their work by force I told them I was healthy and strong the leader shut my mouth with cloth telling me I was unforgivable vector They went on with their medical work I could not figure out activities around me where they took me was without consent But I was somewhere among strange eyes What I saw as syringes were not syringes for my flesh was stamped with bruises my eyes were big ripe tropical tomatoes unfriendly arms chewed me as ritual beef These doctors with issues in their bottoms enjoyed parting me in turns to dis-infect me Whether I was vector carrying fatal diseases stars in heavens that witnessed has answer