Pharmakeia… The Quiet Deception Poem, by Lewis O’Carroll, at My poetic side

They said healing came in bottles, small white promises lined in rows, each one stamped with certainty and wrapped in the glow of science.

But I learned early that not every cure is mercy, and not every substance leads a soul toward light.

Some wounds grow quiet under the weight of chemicals, not healed, just hidden— a silence mistaken for salvation.

And nations kneel to the altar of prescriptions, trusting the ritual more than the breath of God that still waits in the unseen places.

Real wounds remain, aching beneath the surface, calling for something deeper than what can be swallowed.

Not condemnation, not fear— just truth:

Some gods are false because they promise everything and heal nothing.

They mixed their potions in ancient rooms, brews meant to sway the heart, to cloud the mind, to make men trust what they should question.

The word survived the centuries, a warning carved in Scripture: beware the hands that heal without love, without truth, without God.

Today the bottles shine brighter, the labels cleaner, the promises louder— but the pattern feels familiar.

A world deceived not by sorcery, but by certainty, by the belief that chemicals can mend what only spirit can touch.

Real wounds linger, waiting for gentleness, waiting for presence, waiting for something that doesn’t come in measured doses.

And I remember the verse— not as fear, but as discernment:

Some deceptions are swallowed long before they are seen.

They told me healing lived in pills, that salvation came in capsules, that the ache in my chest could be quieted by chemistry.

But I lived through a different truth— a childhood carved open by substances meant to help but never meant to understand.

I saw how nations trust what glitters in hospitals, how people bow to medicine as if it were a god that cannot fail.

Yet real wounds stay, deep and unspoken, waiting for hands that know tenderness instead of dosage.

This isn’t anger. It isn’t rebellion. It’s the simple recognition that some things soothe the body while starving the soul.

And Scripture whispers through the years:

Be careful what you trust to heal you.

Some gods are false. Some wounds are real. And some truths can only be found in the quiet places where no medicine reaches.

Pharmakeia… The Quiet Deception