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








