Destroyed by ambiguity.
Distrusting of self...
And disappointed by decisions.
Nothing in nature
Had been distressed like this.
Until progress came along,
To drive humanity into fits!
Employed to sustain confusion.
Correctness is best...
When it is confessed in protest.
And even then...
No one bets to win!
Better off arguing the high costs,
Of medical care and skyrocketing prescriptions!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
maybe we can find a pill for nature so that it is calmed while it is destroyed... as we have found the pills for ourselves bought no matter how much they cost to dull us to what we have done... Alison