They say we were in

A perilous phase

So much information

It turned to a haze

But very quickly

It started to show

They all got a script

Received a memo

To hoodwink us all

And take full control

Not giving a care

Of the cost or the toll

With twirling nurses

All put in a trance

Graveyard like hospitals

The scene for a dance

As each day passes

It does not bode well

We must find a way

To break this cast spell

Our lives may just depend on it

Rhyme and Reason

(c) K Wicks