Pharmaceuticals Poems - Poems about Pharmaceuticals

Jung lectured of dogma its strangling of the symbol the Medieval melted with magma doubt was born, its smile twinkled As monks wrote songs of Poliphile Seeking soul from the external in the Enlightened world, nothing seems to be real For eons our ancestors were certain of the eternal Is the light worth its weight? Pain now lifted by pharmaceuticals A flock who just can't walk straight Now...

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A Concealed exercise concocted, Wuhan Lab the playground, secretive China obliges, Western media consenting, Medical experts silenced. the age of censorship, Dictators feigning incognito, The diurnal and nocturnal schemes of top players, A script before the scourge, The drama of emergencies A death unwarranted alternative cure submerged, Pharmacopia playing god, ...

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It’s okay to be nervous But there’s no need to fight When colors flow inside of shapes You have taken flight Directions will be pointed But you’re flying much too high Caterpillars may inhale smoke But eat plants to Butterfly Put that in your pocket It’s still too soon to see Calm child, your only worry now Is how to Drink More Tea It...

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We are taught to fear our neighbor We are taught to fear ourselves we are taught we don't know what's best for us We must accept these pills We are taught to blindly follow the masses we are taught to blindly follow police we are taught to blindly follow media We must accept their beliefs. 5/1/2018 Kale Brereton...

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Most people avoid her because of her heart. One minute she is caring, the next she is overbearing. The next she pours her heart the next she takes it all back and remains silent. Too many mood swings, too many off brand medicines. This was the reason that most people would avoid her. Catching an aliment of her own, The amount...

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You’re such a nasty bugger, You slumming, scheming lout, No conscience or misgiving, No arguing about! And when next time I see you, Sucking on the poor, I’ll give to You no quarter, you shameless Writhing whore. To you people are just profits, You stinking rotten rat, I’d love to squash your laurels With my old ash cricket bat! Drugs are for the sick, not For...

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