but found only broken bones
battered wives, dreams of children
in her eyes he saw profound grief
secret arms deals, catholic guilt
many centuries of corruption
perhaps she could be fixed, he thought
and sent her to expensive doctors
filling their every prescription
but the drugs didn't work, never do
her hair a mess of secret deals, bribes
dreams of mass destruction
he felt himself begin to change too
his cheeks swamp-like, mushy to touch
soggy with political affiliations
his legs brittle as ethnic cleansing
back spasming with corporate greed
and ineffectual administrations
ears clogged by nationalist fervor
bowels stopped up by disillusionment
scalp itchy with frustration
doctors unable to define their condition
the common 'malaise', highly contagious
a sickness at the heart of a nation
© shaun patrick green 2012
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