Dungeon
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*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
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2018
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