Prescription Drugs
The synthetic poison
that courses through my veins
churns the bowel of the earth
and sent a tremor through my heart.
What kind of remedy this is?
It heals one part,
But devastates the other,
What kind of potion man brews?
I see the flower buds
bursting forth on one branch
leaving the adjacent portion barren,
It heals and harms
It yields and resists...
It resuscitates the body
but kills the spirit.
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