The World is Sick

Send no flowers wilting from emissions grown.

No visitors connected to digital phones. 

No kind words spoken,

The words now, just tokens.

No miracle hope

From pharmacy dope

No prayers from religions

Who’s money is the mission.

Where have all the nurses gone?

They’re here, compassion stayed at home.

Call a doctor the World Is dying

Only the heavens seem to be crying.

It won’t be long now they say.                  Any day…                                                       Any day.

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