In the dark of night, cancer grows
A business thriving, no one knows
The medical system wants it all
Your hard-earned cash, they hear it call
A terminal illness, a perfect deal
Expensive treatments, to make them real
You'll fill their pockets, even in death
Leaving your loved ones, with nothing left
If you're poor, they'll cast you aside
Only revealing the disease when you've no place to hide
A system designed to profit and gain
Leaving you bankrupt, in endless pain
The cancer business, a shadowy game
Playing with lives, for financial gain
A darkness lurking, in plain sight
Robbing you blind, until your last night.
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Breaking The Mold: Poetry For A New Era
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