The Uninsured

Falsity brought by power
Shows a man his final hour
Hands of healing
Crave cure's capital
While suffering becomes a political game
All that stays behind is the victim's name
An empty bank account
Leaves no Option
Heart beats stop from lack of action
Mistreated
Forgotten
Then laid to rest
Now the burden sits heavy upon my chest
Within my heart stings a void
Less a life is less my soul
For the government here
Had full control
With pockets of green
A patient will be seen
But eyes of purity that stand medically needy
Will instead dangle, injured by reality
Treatment is denied
Spirits are broken
Tears fall
And all that's left to do
Is await end's final call
Survival branded with sorrow
Agony the physician will never know
For that corpse that lay painted yellow
Is family of mine
Kind and loving he was
A father
A son
A brother
And a friend
Sadly tonight, I came to find
Death of beloved kin
Upon fault of the evil green
And gone forever he is