The Hippocritic OathA child has died. Did anyone shed a tear?More Like This
Amidst the praise, the "tolerance", the "justice",
Did anyone look for Hippocrates' son?
Or have we done irreparable harm?
A parent long ago had gifted
Her child with poison addictive.
In horror we cried, "Give alcohol to a child!?"
How obvious was the poison then...
A parent quite recently had given
Her son whom she called a daughter
A package of pills meant for women;
And all of our culture rejoiced!
"The child was free,
For he is a she!
Look at this parent,
How kind and progressive!"
But your thoughts do not make him "her";
YOU HAVE GIVEN A BOY A GROWN WOMAN'S MEDICATION!
Do you not see; can you not hear
The poisonous laugh of Death drawing near?
This is not a matter of the style of clothes he wears;
This is a matter of life and death!
...But this is not the child I spoke of at first.
No, this matter stretches far beyond this case.
When I was a small child, I often dressed up as Batman.
Other days as a ghost, a wizard, and yes, even a girl.
GethsemaneSometimes, when I see the face of someone in painMore Like This
With tears streaming down their face
Bawling out a cry of distress
I feel a tinge of sorrow
Regardless of whether it's a real person or not
Or whether they really are in pain
And I wish from the bottom of my heart
That I could reach out and cuddle them
And dry their tears
But then I remember there is One
Who I brought tears upon
More tears than any of us could cry save it be unto death
And not tears of water either
Tears of blood
Trickling from every pore
Because of the pain I caused Him
Which was perfectly real
And I cannot reach out to cuddle Him
Nor can I ease His pain
Nor do I feel nearly enough sorrow for what I have brought upon Him