A pill for this, another pill for that;
A pill to counteract the side effects.
Our bodies must cry out in silent rage
As we reduce them, gradually, to wrecks.
No search is made to find the basic cause;
We only treat complaints, the aches, the pains.
As chemicals disrupt our whole life balance,
And only greedy pockets reap the gains.
Jean, at 82, has been writing poems since she was 18. For 25 years she published a popular poetry quarterly of up to 100 pages, with a subscribership of nearly 500. Illness in 1986 ended the magazine. She currently publishes, by email, a 2-page monthly of clean humor. Contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org October 2016 will be her last issue.