Tuesday, December 1, 2015

Marching With 20,000 dr salerian poem


Marching With 20,000

Proud I am
A teenager
In an aging body
A doctor from old school
Pretending not to care
Indeed I care
Care too much about
What people think
What people say
I’m a mountain climber
On dry land
Making snow
Hoping the world
Not to know
I'm an American Gulag
One of 20,000
Marching our vision
Will take us somewhere




Note:

20,000 pain doctors destroyed with questionable allegations of drug trafficking.



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