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Mar 2017
Lack of Judgement of those "Healing Kinds.."
A medical badge and a general's attitude.
Leaves the sick to drown in sorrow
From those intoxicated with power and bad attitudes.
They demand their payment or "Die at our feet."
Public, Hypothetical Oaths, and public serviceman
Forget why they had elected to be there.
As one questions their change of kindness
Into some form of non-human taste of spite
Many years later, they go insane from this "Flight."
A once respectable soul, taken by money's vultures, flying for the attack
On the patient from the disease of greed
and power lust
That disfigured him like "Gulim From Lord Of The Rings.."
"My Precious," as he scoops his wages up from the bank.
One begs for a middle ground, they are tossed out into the sea.
One more lost brain, licensed to heal, however damaging from blindness.
An insane person treating the insane.
In the end he shall be locked up tight.
Bankrupt in a straight jacket..The doctor is no more.
A victim of the system of medicine that lost it's way
He shall spend the rest of his retirement looking out a small
ward window.
A view of comfort for his last few days.
Kevin Michael Kappler
Written by
Kevin Michael Kappler  Illinois
(Illinois)   
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