Modern day Lepers,
Can’t scrub veins free of Aids.
Soap is much too dirty,
And bleach is poison to the blood.
Death is a disease, born at birth -
Walking, talking corpses, strung up,
Like marionettes for the woodpile.
Can moral medicine cure dead legs?
and can religion resurrect?
God is a life-giving dove,
lighting on the unfit soul.
All the sick can do is ask,
Those Jesus came to heal.
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