“I know him, I can label him, I know right now what’s wrong.”
The words that I hear everyday; a common healthcare song.
But labels, I find are for jars of nuts out in the shed;
the reality of being human isn’t in the books we’ve read.
“There’s no real need to see him, I can diagnose from here;
he’s a bit diferent so there’s pathology it’s clear.”
“And so I’ll write it on this page; his history of disease.
It doesn’t take much effort, I can sentence him with ease.”
Time and time again we write without a thought or care
for the complexities of humanity sitting over there.
And though he looks quite calm right now, we know that deep inside
there is a Demon lurking that thinks that it can hide.
But nothing hides from judgement so freely spread around;
lift up anybody’s mask and there’s judgement to be found.
So when judgement is a sentence deceed by word and law
should we make them so rashly or dig a little more?