A poem for everyone fighting the health care system
The steel cage door slams shut.
Its metallic echo reverberates through the arena,
a warning bell for a contest already decided by those selling tickets.
Under the harsh lights stands the patient.
Thin, weary, clutching a stack of medical records
instead of weapons.
Across the cage wait towering opponents.
Corporate health systems, their muscles swollen
with profits and policies.
Government regulations, thick rulebooks
wrapped around their fists.
Pharmaceutical giants, draped in sponsorship banners,
their pockets heavy with the cost of survival.
The crowd …
A poem for everyone fighting the health care system
















