It's a race, but what kind?
A selfish one, no?
An economic one, yes?
But why bother?

Because playing out,
Hidden in plain sight,
Or the other way around,
Is corporate pharma warfare;

A renowned template,
For catalysing new prosperity,
Jumpstarting comatose economies,
For the advancement of works greed;

So, here we are,
The bear and the lion,
Their cubs enabling their egos,
Other animals their lab rats.

The little ants by the edges,
Or the tiny microscopic ticks,
The scurrying roaches along the cracks,
Or the annoying rodents lurking the shadows?

Moulded in brown,
Built of ebony,
Wired with sinew,
Derived from coal.

Born in this land,
Suffer in this land,
Die in this land,
Worst tragedy of all kind.

A ******* estate of,
Might is right where,
Gentleness is weakness and,
Violence takes it all.

Taking their rightful,
Place on the wrong,
Side of historical,
And perceived curses.

On either side of,
The crimson divide,
Sat two hearts that,
Beat out untruths.