Vials Of Wrath

Sitting in the artificial light, Hygiene hysteria floating Off sterile walls. Needles abound in thousands, Vials of wrath of blatant over Ordering. Embarrassed and ashamed That I sit there while others Are not. Other less well off countries Can only look in through the Hospital window. They just suffer in the silence Of stifling heat as one by one They fall victim. Their candles slowly flicker Out by the wind of chance Blowing through their land. Inept leaders hoarding like Children hoarding Smarties Add to the suffering.