*Healthcare in our country
Light flickers on the ceiling In a weakened state, I wonder why They are so cruel, all about money Written in tears, the language I cry Through the years, suffering carries on As people stand with smiles, they mock While the hurting fight their battles Through every single fallen block The evil thrive on their money The victims become their prey Hunters lurking in the shadows Waiting for the ailing to come their way Morals turn to dust, caring fades in echoes All for the wounded to hear Slowly deafened in defeat With no resolution near Those who understand, Sadly have been through it They travel through a dungeon This country refuses to be lit Heidi Sands 12/6/18
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