in response to the prompt
The corridors of power are twitching
Incandescent with rage
They controlled the nations habits
But someone wasn’t on the same page
So they stopped any thoughtful discussion
And put chemists that made it under scope
Whilst those who were using for therapy
Really were given no hope
As the people who spoke out were censured
And the stations that reported were canned
Whilst actions of rulers went unnoticed
As the use of a medicine was banned.
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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