Vials Of Wrath Poem by David Wood

Sitting in the artificial light,
Hygiene hysteria floating
Off sterile walls.

Needles abound in thousands,
Vials of wrath of blatant over
Ordering.

Embarrassed and ashamed
That I sit there while others
Are not.

Other less well off countries
Can only look in through the
Hospital window.

They just suffer in the silence
Of stifling heat as one by one
They fall victim.

Their candles slowly flicker
Out by the wind of chance
Blowing through their land.

Inept leaders hoarding like
Children hoarding Smarties
Add to the suffering.