Mother Jane

Shes starved Of blood
I.V.s pumps out others
through her highways
Theres traffic
to the city
She, cannot breath.
They're saying she has to,
saying they care.
everyday spent suffering
reeling in the stares.
The medicine man comes in
each, and every hour.
Filling her script ions needs
lying with power.
Its just a jolt
cola, like effect.
For shes numbing her speech,
a large bird released
finally letting go
resting her with peace

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