To Dr YoU:

It’s not a job

Or playing God

To punch a clock

Without a thought

Of me in the bed and who I am

Or if I even have a chance

A chance you’ll never ever give

When you deny that it exists

Shrouding most of your humanity

In scrubs and coats of pride and vanity

Only results in unspeakable suffering

Grotesquely hauntingly horribly troubling

You’re pooping c-diff in the bedpan

And as you hurl it into my fan

I really just can’t help but wonder

All the countless harmful blunders

You say it’s things that complicate

I saw decisions already made

And as I take my long last breath

Count and tally another “death”

That word is always thrown around

Like it doesn’t even make a sound

Enough is enough

Time to show the f*** up

It’s a getting harder path

But now it’s time to act

We’re bleeding out! Don’t just watch

Her hands alone couldn’t stop

When you let him bleed out

But maybe now….

If one or two or even three

Would hear or help and stand with me

Maybe we won’t go extinct

It’ll happen faster than you think

So please….

Go inside and take a look

Before you crack a medical book

Figure out You, your why and how

The snowball must be stopped… NOW

White coats made sacred promises

Now it’s time to honor them

First

Do

No

Harm

Then it’s an Art

Physician, heal thyself

Only then can you truly help.

-Us