Sickcare

In a world where health should reign supreme,
The Sickcare machine feeds a wicked dream.
For profits and gains, they've taken the stage,
Turning healthcare into a lucrative cage.

A pill for the day, and one for the night,
Not to cure, but to prolong the fight.
A system rigged, a wicked game,
Bankrupting souls, it is a shame.

With prices so high, twice the global norms,
The industry thrives, but the patient deforms.
In the name of health, they claim their right,
Yet their interest lies in eternal plight.

Many face bills, so hard to beat,
Life's savings and dreams, all suffer defeat
While giants stack gold in their vast treasure stash,
Too many are lost, their flames turned to ash.

More ways to profit, fewer to heal,
They've forgotten the oath, lost the human feel.
This system so vile, on profits it's fed,
Leaving only the choice of bankrupt or dead.

The nation must rise, reform what's so wrong,
Bring back the care, where all should belong.
For health is a right, not just for the few,
It's time for a change, a system renewed.