Blood For Sale Poem by Josey Alfred

The angels of democracy wreck
And sit on head of men- meek,
And force them to profusely bleed,
And quench thirst of selfish breed.

Some argue for those greedy thugs!
Who for reasons, selfish though,
Greed for prestige, or vain wealth
And grab Hippocrates oath by twist.

With meagre knowledge they long to,
Grab the stethoscope, with money to
Ill-treat or destroy humane life,
By the hands that hold butchers knife.

Few even mock at Supreme Court!
And proclaim with oath, "that the future"
Of those illegal, paid seat grabbers,
Who had the money to pay off all?
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