Take the only Western industrialized uber-wealthy democracy to not have Universal Health Care. Toss in a global pandemic. Stir. Poet Daniel Olsson shows us why we must be mindful of this lack in our society, and that we must address it before it’s too late.
Nation of Sickness There was once a sickening at the site of the healthy undone… Sick were broke but not broken or bested by the givers of health bills… A mother takes the child to the clinic, The mother cares for sickness within, Only for a second can the care last as the nurse carries forward the check of monumental burden… Stay away from the doctor, Turn away from the medicine, Money won what should have always been undone by the intellectuals who govern the halls of our human rights… We were scared termites eating away at a house ready to fall down upon us, Believing the theft of true health was not sacred enough to be cared for, Warnings ignored by mothers of old to be true to the lungs, Be soft upon the heart, Carry love for the marrow in the bones… We calcified a cancer in our mind so few could climb the mountain of greed and ignore the dead bodies entrenched in the streets of their ascent... And for what the dying doctor spoke, The parents I serve have grown tired in the day, The children I love grow sickly in the night, My nation has fallen to its knees where the business venture stands tall… A country of experiments in wealth, And no conscious for health, So much freedom we were told, Unless freedom of body, mind and soul Never count in the view of our leaders…
©Daniel Olsson – 2021
Daniel Olsson is a poet from Bloomington, Indiana who has been writing poetry for the past eight years. Daniel’s writing revolves around contemporary society, including the topics of economic inequality, environmental justice, social issues and international relations. He can be found on Instagram and Tumblr as @apoeticcookie .
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