Sad Realities

Sitting at the pharmacy,
waiting to hear my name.
There are older women sitting,
and they are doing the same.
These women,
Tired and sick, sick and tired
Of our corrupt system
Telling them lies
Of freedom- of better lives.
They sit and they smile
to their oppressor's despise.
And one by one, they are called
These sick and tired, tired and sick women
Just happy to hear their name
Stand up and walk to the counter, proud
Who are they to blame?
They are here for their medicine,
Their small solution
To the problems they have to live with and face
Everyday.
They didn't chose this life.
They did their part. They worked hard.
The pharmacist asks for their insurance card.
Then hands it back to them, one by one and says:
Ma'am your insurance doesnt cover these meds &
Ma'am you're total is $402
I don't have any money or insulin, they say.
I don't know what to do.
And so these women,
tireder and sicker, sicker and tireder.
Return to their chair
With no hope, or despair.