The idea that a pill can fix you when ill
Is just part of tradition
Today, few are a fan of a medicine man
It's considered superstition
Not long ago, bloodletting was the way to go
A pseudoscientific rendition
Today, drug companies or a physician, take the position
That medicine is the only decision
We must rely on the chemicals they supply
Which treat only symptoms not your condition
Although antidepressants, we know, are no better than a placebo
They are still advertised on television
Side effects could be obesity or impotency
To criticize them is called sedition
They can leave you zombified with no desire inside
With little emotion or ambition
What is worse, is the pharmaceutical curse
They can leave you with an addiction
Millions of years of evolution has given us the solution
The body is its own best physician
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Great point you are making in your poem.
Thank you so much for your review and comment
You are welcome. 🙂
Amen, my friend. We are our own little pharmacological wonders. Great verse!
Thank you, Bella for your most welcome review and comment
Plus the right to refuse treatment...
A dire warning - well versified soren.
Thank you for your comment Dave. Not that I'm against medical care but too much reliance on one form alone does not seem wise.
The arrival at a certain vintage means a cupboard full of pills. potions and poultices half of which have a presence there which is a total mystery.
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