Cords For The Greatest Good

Woven strands of sentiments
carefully crafted to lasso the greatest good,
summarily altered to fit any need.

A tie when it helps inspire conformity
or a lasso to catch a life,
ready to drag in behind an ambulance
driven by the latest paper monarch
in a parade to honor those
who died from taking medicinal prescriptions,
which were tainted by toxins
ignored in the haste to perfect
one cure for every ill.

At sunset the voices of reason
scream the insanity of it all,
then some forge a noose
as their solution to all the charades.

Totally unaware
when their bodies lie rotting
while swinging in the only air of peace
they ever found,
how in secret the strutting peacock physicians
to heal social diseases
had their private answers
for ending every problem.

It lies in a closet
with a sign describing its name,
“guillotine.”