A poem by Suzanne Humphries, MD
June 2010
What fetid madness has man brewed
As science morphed into a spoof
That throws the dice at natures gate
To play with fires of unknown fate?
The fearful flock, and stand in line
Thinking they will dodge the swine
While infants cry their virgin tear
And wisdom lands on deafened ears
Where innocence in need of truth
Is herded up and shot with lies
They’ll turn their heads away from proof
Of villains, thieves and hypocrites
From perfect skin to armor torn
A breach of love has just been born
With evil substrate; poison thorn,
A smoking gun with barrel shorn
And brick by brick, cell by cell
The hospitals will grow
And fill the walls with some sick hell
That has nowhere to go
The human does this devil’s task
While fear will foot the bill
The cloud of death he thinks he fights
Looms bigger even still
For as he cooks and purifies
The sicknesses that terrify
A new flock lands to keep this war
Supplied with endless more
That which fights can never cure
And opposites will not obscure
The buzz that interrupts the song
But keep it buzzing all day long
