Rhetorical Lies

They still try to hide with in caves stirring caldrons brew in black dresses elixir to cure from those they doomed awful concoction cut from mothers womb call it budding little one ground into a magical life powder They still try hide to hide with in shiny walls paved spinning centrifuge distilling formula in white smocks medications to heal from those they expired aborted from a womans uterus nomenclature nascent fetal cells manipulated into genetic enhancing compound It is all in how you look at it what then are you looking at You make it sound so terrible so what do you hear Could you rephrase that I just did Repent while it still today They still try to hide behind inspired to finish after reading the poem little feet by Robert A. Dufresne