Please! Pay this Poet a Visit. His poem is Gold! A powerful message to our planet earth
My hatred of hospitals
Dates back to my childhood
When, at the age of six,
I was confined to Urgent Care for a week
After suffering a severe asthma attack.
A terrorist cell in my lungs
Restricted all airflow,
Making each breath painful and labored.
It was as if razor blades
Had made their way into my chest.
As I lay on the gurney, recovering,
I saw all manner of people
Trudge through the automatic doors,
Moaning and carrying their exposed organs
In their hands,
Gore and viscera dripping behind them
Like the bloody trail that follows an army of wounded soldiers,
Ripped open by the scars of battle.
So, too, is the current condition of the world,
A sick, twisted place overrun by the retched,
Marred by evil and wickedness.
The earth is rushed in on a stretcher,
An IV injected into its oil-rich vein.
The nurses and doctors…
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