By Chan Mongol
September 18 of 2022
Our elders gave meds and therapies;
They knew how to beat a disease!
Generation after generation;
Natural meds they passed on.
Due to chemical drugs increase;
We are forgetting medicine trees.
No patient those docs can repair;
Failed with diabetes and cancer.
Warmer blood keeps us vigorous;
No med made to warm blood of ours!
If blood circulation becomes good
Bandits will leave our neighborhood.
They are money hungry for sure;
They don't want to invent our cure.
They want to hold domination;
To not to cure is hidden reason.
Doctors are not duly intellect;
They don't tell you about side effect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem