""Woe to the world full of ills
Business to those selling pills
Problems for us who can't cope
Possibly they are our only hope."

The very start of this poem caught my attention. A very delicate subject. I remember wrote a manuscript and my editor will only accept if i erase a part of it that who gained the real benefits for medication. I sincerely think that there are not always an answer to every question, neither a medication for every illness. Today the laboratories done a great job, yet it pretends to find remedies for every illness. Do they have a reason? What we should know is that, since our minds controls our bodies, an ill mind cannot have a sound body, so before turning to 'miracle medication", concentrates on what went wrong in our bodies. Yes medications does help, but the moment it's the only solution we found, that where addiction can be started. Very well done, 5/5, Kel.

Michael,

You have no idea how deep this poem reaches out at this time for me. Woe to the world is right! I love how you reach in and cry out loud over the man made chemicals that we insist upon digesting daily.

If only we would listen to the weary cries and once more intake the pure breathes that mother nature had offered before man polluted her pureness then maybe mental illness would not be so wide spread.

~~Sher