Science, medicine, ethics

Centuries passed have proven that insight to disease

has grown in proportion like the enlarging catheter

bag of the infirmed on a good day; not always revealing

the true content until further scrutiny takes place

.

Medicines bag, constantly swelling from byproducts

that to many are considered golden miracles

are also determined just waste to a great majority

who see and feel the uselessness of the output

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The specialist who says "What once would kill can now

be miraculously cured when instructions are followed"

often gives the impression of a snake oil salesman

peddling his latest, greatest discoveries to the masses

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Prolonging the inevitable has become the fad of the day

compassion often secondary to attempts

of the latest procedure; there's always another way

that can be tried to save you from acceptance of the end

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Who can determine the quality of your life, of mine;

doctors of Science, Medicine, Ethics, I think not

anyone but ourselves know if it's worth clinging on

to what little we sometimes have left, when it's time to go

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The decision of enough being enough is undoutedly ours

but when advised by someone we trust of the vast hopes,

of the probable success, it's difficult to comprehend that

we may be just another of their laboratory rats

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It's all a game of roulette to the man with the title,

a crap shoot, and as the betting man prefers high odds

over a low paying sure thing, one wonders if their license

should be to medicate, mediate, and play the horses