Wires

 
Wires lay like caging
over thoughts in my mind
electric therapy fencing
your fine medical offices
plug in crime

When healing is enslavement
to belief gone astray
pray tell me high priest of science
why should you have it
all go your way

In silence so deafening
Thor's thunder is lost
you're busy counting money
what you'll never have known
is the true cost

From millions of futures traded
for fog and for daze
we know such caring hardly resembles
some honored profession
but rather a scam or a craze

 
Red Buffalo
©8-17-98

 
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