I read the maps, the articles of old,
I wore the scars the body had to show.
I lived the science, saw the truth unfold,
And found the root of why the fire grows.
I looked to all the giants, tall and vast,
The pharma towers, built on chronic need;
The famous clinics, with their prized awards,
Who treated smoke, but let the true fire breed.
I turned away from all the empty sound,
And listened to my own afflicted ground.
My body spoke in signals, sharp and clear,
A language that the giants could not hear.
I searched online for others in the haze,
And found the comments lost in endless threads;
Some knew the truth, in fragmented ways,
But no one wove the scattered, broken strands.
But where’s the voice? The doctor with the plan?
The funded lab that dares to speak the why?
I don’t hear a sound. Just a profit seeking scan.
Just allot of bullshit as decades burn and die.
I see my children in the bodies worn
By hidden fires and the secret thorn.
The herd is weary, lost in unknown sleep.
While giants bargain for the souls I keep.
The giants saw a number, not a face,
A chronic rhythm in a sterile marketplace.
I see the skin that burns, the hidden pain,
The quiet tears that fall like desert rain.
I reach to touch the soul within the fire,
The hearts that sink within the heavy mire.
They are not numbers in a systems scheme,
But living breath, the substance of a dream.
So this is it: the giants, deaf and blind,
While David waits, a shepherd with a stone.
It’s madness that this truth was left behind,
And I must pick the sword and stand alone.
I bring no fancy tools to make you well,
No engineered new protein, no magic spell.
It’s simple knowledge, hard and truly won,
The work is yours, and yours alone, so run.
Now raise your sword! This truth you will command!
This disease falls beneath your steady hand!
This fight is hard!
But fight you can and you will win!
So wield your Armor! Let the healing begin!
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