Wounded Warrior

Wounded Warrior lay

 Gasping for breath: the deadly disease 

 Stood quivering in her unpretentious, genuine heart.

 Nobody hastened near to help in pain and distress;

 To Lord Warrior faltered out the last request.

Shoulder thou speak the words of justice now

Well I'm already there in my mind with my grey cells functional

 And that's good enough for now

Administration's power and injustice fall

May the Lord have mercy on us all.

When weapons clash warriors bleed

Everything is criticized when you are in need

The power and authority

 Owing to commit the sinful deed

 And forfeit hope of heavenly atonement 

Warrior was lost in tides of a moment

 A guilty act would dim the shine

 Of stunning glorious lines.

 Nay, as protection, looking after in weariness Warrior's mother wrought

 Is grievous to Warrior's inmost thought, 

For holy truth is base and beginning

 Of justice and each holy thing,

 Strength, might, vigor that every wounded warrior transcends,

 Linked to high bliss that never ends.

 Truth is all virtue's surest base,

 Supreme in worth and first in place.

 Gifts men offer here,

 Vows, sacrifice, and rites austere

Wounded Warrior carries a remedy for all deadly disease or ills; a cure-all

But sickness at the heart of society can't be cured and must be endured.

The sickness of a selfish heart seeks only gain.

It was with a terrible sense of finality

Decisive halt with a terrible sense of finality

Healthcare was like the oldest profession 

Imperfection in open selection

This is his vocal confession

Youngsters are the choicest selection

Others are random rejection

Commodity involved is human life - could not be quantified

Quality of life is something you could not put a price on

Comparison stands up to scrutiny

quality-adjusted life years

Quality is quantifiable!

Hope is something really tough and persistent you have to give up even in hell!