Pills and Profits

They came not with swords, but with silence and smiles, White coats cloaked in corporate trials. The syringe is a dagger, the pill a chain, Each cure a contract of hidden pain. They fed us fear in televised scripts, Diagnosed souls with chemical whips. And governments bowed with pockets wide, While mothers wept as children died. What price is health when greed prescribes? When truth is gagged and justice bribes? You crafted sickness, sold it as fate — Your empire built on the breath you take. But the dawn is rising, wild and clear, With rebel hearts you failed to steer. And though you wore gods’ masks to deceive, Your time is done — it’s time to leave. The people stir, the silence breaks, And no amount of pills can stop what wakes. We are the cure you never knew — The truth that lives beyond your view.