Those pills prescribed I'd rather not take,
No medication for my own rhyme sake.
Some antipsychotics - pure torture,
Really not interested - like horticulture.
A slow mind stops the demons momentarily,
Modern medicine - biggest joke of this century.
Side effects and treatments - where's the cures?
A serpentine oil that's secreting from skin pores.
See the untrust in governments by each nation,
Was it a c virus what sparked vaccine hesitation?
Doctors led by the science but hitting brick walls,
Forever funded research that seemingly stalls.
Truth is buried by all those pharmakeia giants,
Who wants to rebuke corruption in a system that rewards compliance?
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Good write SM.
Thanks mate.
I've bit of writer's block, so sort of reduced to 'good write / fine write', and that's about all. I suppose some medications are good.
There's a certain open-ness to try LSD, etc, from some persons. One even suggested it to me - erm, no thanks! Some of us are nutty enough already. lol.
Oh dear, do you ever write while walking? I find it helps to be outside. Haha I think I will pass on that too!
A poem after my own heart where some medications are necessary for certain individuals money has gotten in the way and blown everything far out of proportion. Bottom line preempts common sense and caution as to side effects and they rely on ignorance in the public and doctors to push profits higher. Where doctors that hold stock or at least their family members do serve on the FDA making decisions as to which drug is approved or not and when they fall out of patent discontinue production leaving those dependent upon them up the proverbial creek. A sad write.
Indeed, its wild out there.
Antipsychotics are at such a primitive stage in terms of a goal which would be a cure or control of symptoms without massive side effects. Solutions to come from Big Pharma which is driven to make profits.....The whole damn thing.
Exactly yes, so bad.
Shaun, this resonates as a cry from the space between help and harm. The sense of being offered solutions that feel worse than the illness itself is something many recognize, even if answers remain elusive. Well done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you, yes that's what I was getting at.
Most welcome
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