Dark Side

The ceilings are high, there is a big name
I am a sick patient, but of no fame
Bill of patient’s rights on your wall
Stating your care is our mission, our game
The good here, I pray, will only heal me
The corporate greed, I pray, will not deal me
Caring seems to be here all around
Compassion here seems without bounds
My fears, so, should have no grounds
Beware, said a hushed voice
The gutter here exists, but on higher ground!
Open the board room and listen in…

I sign your check,
I stack your deck,
When you see me do a wrongful act
Don’t you dare stick out your neck.
For silence is a mighty good tact,
Kneel! You are ready for my second act.
You are my puppet, my prop
Hold on to your values til I tell you to drop.

My webs you may pierce
My tentacles you may cut
Still you will not escape
The grip of my iron net.
‘Contract will not be renewed’
Is more than a threat
It is a certainty,
Upon which you can bet.

The force of moon Bogan is behind my Dark Side
Your compassion has no effect on my thick hide
We let you doctors wear your crown of thorns
We carry the money bag, its burden gladly borne

Now seek my blessings, touch my feet
I welcome you to my darkness with hearty greet.
Long battles the good cannot fight
For money and power is our might.

Good gets PTSD if lies they speak
We get PTSD if truth we keep
We do our best for us, first
Where there is more to quench our thirst
Steady yourself from fear, don’t tremble, don’t shake
We are not what we say we are, this is the new fake.
Profit at all cost, lip service is the new trend
”Margin over mission” is our true moral bend.
Created from the miseries of our customer’s health
Red, not green, is the color of our wealth.
Join the Dark Side, no longer the proclaimed protector
Prostrate before me! I am your immoral victor.