Money Can’t Buy Health

A Christmas gift
for corporate dynamo.
Who has everything.
Except good health.

Unfortunately
money.
Can’t buy.
Good.
Lifelong health.

Sadly
unfortunately
for prosperous
rich.

Who have
everything else.
Except a
good heart.

Wrong.

This is an age
of miracles.

Exploiting
medical wonders.

Unethical
amoral operations.

Proverbial age
of miracles
and wonder.
Medical marvels.

Heart lung kidney machine
now primitive
more expensive painful option.
Now obsolete;
tragic; time consuming;
has been inconvenience.

The rich man’s dream.
The rich man’s dreams.
Always involved exploitation.

They always wanted
an arm, and a leg.
Your blood, sweat,
and a cupful of tears.

The new twist
of the knife.
Is just surgically
tearing heart out.

Though the choice
involves undesirable;
though acceptable
life compromise.

The buying in of foreign;
former communist;
not prime capitalist;
sold pristine body parts.

Still a wonderful, consumer
dream bargain,
with nice young fresher,
state executed choice.

Chinese boast parts
no one sells it fresher.

Prime heart,
lung, kidney.
Just ten thousand
dollar, each piece.

Rich American European Capitalists
Buying health with wealth.
With criminally convicted
Chinese body parts. Sliced to order.

Funny how victims slain internationally.
Politically framed. Are almost exclusively.
Young and healthy. Young and healthy.
Never never never innocent wealthy?

poem by Terence George Craddock (17 December 1998)
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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