From the halls of justice...
I went to the doctor
just a few blocks down
All are treated equal
I wanted to see how
You are old I said
looking straight to the eyes
I see the Healer in you
why are you not well?
Well to start you see
the rules were of one
From the one came many
then many seen as one

the one of many
became many again
the hands to heal
now seek cover

Somewhere between

To the clinic by the bank
I know what I should
but I don't know why
I see what I did
but not what I do

taking more from some
to treat others not as well
stripped of meaning
in present context
Less was more
now more is less
now I see what I see
just as I am told
I see less and less
approaching the top
they pay me well
to forget as I was taught
take a walk to the past
take a pill in the present
one deep breath...
It is now the future
Through the door
and to behold
eyes of sorrow
a soul in peril
Fragmented through division
looking through to find
that once seen whole
distorted and maligned
yet, somehow connected...
BODY
I can treat your sickness...
good luck getting well
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taking more from some to treat others not as well stripped of meaning in present context