I’m sending up a single prayer plan
for every uninsured American
who hasn’t got a prayer
when he gets canned.
I’m sending up a single prayer plan
for all those with insecurance
who get screwed and cut off
when they so much as cough.
I'm sending up a single prayer plan
for every woman and man
for whom life
is a pre-existing condition:
God have mercy on your souls
because this nation
will have none
on your bodies.
I’m sending up a single prayer plan
for those sold out
Senators and Congressmen
with fabulous, personal, federal health plans
who shout 'Perdition! '
about the socialized medicine
they pretend to fear
and might even be growing near
for their voters.
I’m sending up a single prayer plan
for the Big Insecurance Man
who bites off
40% of medical costs
-his gain being
our loss.
I’m sending up a single prayer plan
for the surviving
businessman
who has to pay for workers' care
while he competes
on a field that's unfair
against companies in countries
with universal care.
I’m sending up a single prayer plan
for doctors
who get nervous
unless they see
their public service
as a private profit tree.
I’m sending up a single prayer plan
for a government
that would rather
devour its own
to enrich a few
than do
what it ought to.
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I'm sending up a single prayer plan for every woman and man for whom life is a pre-existing condition: God have mercy on your souls a wonderful poem stating the problems of sick insurance thank u for this poem. tony