Regrets And Ressurection

I’m a poet and didn’t even know it.

[regretandressurection]

Welcome to America

Welcome to America, land of “free,”

Where sickness fattens shareholders with ease.

You’re told you’re fine while rotting silently;

Your pain’s denied; there’s profit in disease.

Welcome to America, know your place.

Freedom is filtered by money and skin.

Smile wrong, get raped; cross lines, get erased;

The law shrugs softly; violence still wins.

Welcome to America, work or starve.

Tents line the streets where wages go to die.

They praise your grit, then gut you to the marrow;

Six figures deep, you’re still one check from sky.

Welcome to America; eat the lie.

Your food is poison sold as cheap relief.

Four bags cost more than rent will justify;

“Just budget better”; poverty’s a belief.

Welcome to America, teach your kids

Not hope or dreams, but how to bleed in class.

We clutch our guns like God himself insists;

Dead children are the freedom tax we pass.

Welcome to America, stuffed and sick,

We gorge, then dump our waste in burning streams.

The rivers choke; the skies are flared and thick;

No fireflies; just oil-fueled bad dreams.

Welcome to America, built by ghosts

Of immigrants we praise, then hunt and cage.

We chant “great nation” loudest at the coast

While ripping families apart on stage.

They say it’s great; so great the world arrives.

So come, but know the price before you kneel.

The dream exists, but only if you survive;

Here, freedom’s real, just not for you to feel.

By-regretsandressurection

[thoughtkick]

“You will never be who you want to be, until you are happy with who you are.”

— Thomas F. Shubnell

[regretandressurection]

Welcome to America: Survival is Out of Network

Welcome to America, land of the free,

Home of preventable graves and corporate immunity.

Where profit gets triage and mercy gets denied,

And we watch people die while the paperwork’s “verified.”

The prices go up, the people go down,

Numbers on spreadsheets, bodies on the ground.

Health is a privilege, not a right,

Determined by coverage, credit, and how well you fight.

Not in your network; here, take the debt.

A lifetime of bills you’ll never forget.

Your chest is on fire? It’s “just anxiety.”

Go home and breathe through the fear quietly.

You had a heart attack? That’s unfortunate, sure,

But have you tried kale? Exercise? Less stress?

Medication is necessary, but first,

Let’s see if you can afford to stay alive.

You have Medicaid? Then you’re not sick.

You’re just dramatic. You’re gaming the system.

You want drugs. You want attention.

You want help for your kids? Suspicion.

Your child has diabetes? That’s tragic, really.

Now pay the bill…or we won’t treat them.

We don’t deny care, we just price it

So high that survival becomes noncompliance.

Your teeth are rotting out of your mouth;

How long were you using meth?

Oh, it’s poverty? Not addiction?

Funny how hunger looks like moral failure.

You couldn’t afford dental work, but hey,

You should’ve budgeted better, somehow.

Get a better job, work harder, smile less.

People notice your teeth, even when you’re starving.

You can’t chew, you can’t smile, you can’t eat,

But at least you learned shame is free.

You want good insurance for your family?

That’ll be $3,000 a month, automatically.

Straight from your paycheck, no consent required

Protection sold like a luxury item.

You can’t afford that?

But you have a job.

Funny how working still isn’t enough

To deserve a body that doesn’t collapse.

Hospitals call it care.

Pharmaceuticals call it innovation.

Insurance calls it risk mitigation.

Politicians call it “the best system in the world.”

We call it what it is:

Extortion with a stethoscope.

A hostage situation disguised as healthcare.

A nation where sickness is monetized

And survival is conditional.

This isn’t freedom.

This is a toll booth on human life.

And we are screaming from the other side of the glass

While you count profits and call it policy.

By: regretandressurection

[regretandressurection]

Welcome to America

Welcome to America, land of “free,”

Where sickness fattens shareholders with ease.

You’re told you’re fine while rotting silently;

Your pain’s denied; there’s profit in disease.

Welcome to America, know your place.

Freedom is filtered by money and skin.

Smile wrong, get raped; cross lines, get erased;

The law shrugs softly; violence still wins.

Welcome to America, work or starve.

Tents line the streets where wages go to die.

They praise your grit, then gut you to the marrow;

Six figures deep, you’re still one check from sky.

Welcome to America; eat the lie.

Your food is poison sold as cheap relief.

Four bags cost more than rent will justify;

“Just budget better”; poverty’s a belief.

Welcome to America, teach your kids

Not hope or dreams, but how to bleed in class.

We clutch our guns like God himself insists;

Dead children are the freedom tax we pass.

Welcome to America, stuffed and sick,

We gorge, then dump our waste in burning streams.

The rivers choke; the skies are flared and thick;

No fireflies; just oil-fueled bad dreams.

Welcome to America, built by ghosts

Of immigrants we praise, then hunt and cage.

We chant “great nation” loudest at the coast

While ripping families apart on stage.

They say it’s great; so great the world arrives.

So come, but know the price before you kneel.

The dream exists, but only if you survive;

Here, freedom’s real, just not for you to feel.

By-regretsandressurection

[remanence-of-love]

[irisili0]

Forgive yourself for all the wrong things you did just to be loved.

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[ophelianinizi]

Hiçbir şey ne iyi ne kötüdür; onu öyle yapan düşüncedir.

Shakespeare, Hamlet.

[somewordsarebiggerthanothers]

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[paper-wounds]

“If I Am Killed For Simply Living” — Althea Davis

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[omneco]

[cersplace]

─ Hisham Siddiqi