Oh, Man !

There's much left to say    
'bout old, next and today    
'bout a man, about a woman    
and life 's games they play    
     
Has man reached his top?    
has woman borne the seed    
have they met or not yet    
is human the last safe breed?    
     
Some sick still complain    
and some sane are to blame    
from both women and men    
nothing eases their eternal flame    
     
They won't ever ever heal    
if they could, they would e'en kill    
for a weed, for a drug's pill    
for a cup, down throat to chill    
     
But yes, when the mind is lost    
then, they have to pay the cost    
their hands made their own deeds    
being slaves to devilish needs    
     
And yet,' tis never late to mend    
when the soul is the devil's nest    
must be cleaned, and not infest    
all the body with lethal sickness    
     
To take the pill is not the key    
as you feel good for a short spree    
and then curse docs and meds    
where Nature's Potion should be      
     
So back in the fields, get you healed    
get your humanity, your stress killed    
rebind the links with mother Earth    
if you don't heal, then come curse me    
     
     
*please listen      
     
https://youtu.be/HtRjRuKnvjI?t=1330