I wish that there was something I could say
To staunch this wound that’s bled for ten days now.
Though I’m no doctor, treatments underway
Are ones the reasonable would disallow.
So as we watch in horror as the body
Deteriorates with every “antidote,”
We realize the remedy is shoddy
And loudly question any who promote
This course of physic- it can never heal;
It cannot help the young unjustly dead;
It will not ease the family’s ordeal,
It won’t address injustices widespread.
There’s nothing I can do, this I admit,
And nothing to say, but I’m saying it.