Semitalla said
Sweet love god of
The sun
Bring me
Call my name
Semitalla

Her ******* heaved
Legs quivered
Her face ached with want
She called again
Blackness shall be
My destiny
If you don't answer

Amoxicillin the God
Heard her calls
Wanted to heal her wounds
He ached that he had not the power
The god ****** doctors
The farmers feeding their chickens
Making them fat rich
With no regards
Everyone with a virus
Had sought his riches,

He sat powerlessly.
Unable to even answer.
As the damsel in distress
Died of Staph