Listening to scientists

Listening to scientists

Born of an arrogance

Of divining powers.

In an industry commoditised

Financialised.

Incentivised

To profit from dis-ease.

I wonder.

Aah you consiglieres

Of Big Pharma.

Whose roots are the cesspool

Of ancestral blood of fossil fuel.

Hath the thirty pieces of silver

Sufficient to betray

The sacred Hippocratic Oath.

I will remember that there is art to medicine as well as science.

That warmth, sympathy, and understanding may outweigh the surgeon's knife or the chemist's drug.

So where is the wisdom, dear scientist

When you ridicule indigenous therapies

That have treated people for millennia.

When you ridicule, demonise and assassinate

Freedom of speech

Of those who differ with you.

Is not science the study of the unknown?

Is not our ignorance greater than our knowledge?

Whose science is in the room?

Whose voice is unheard?

Whose presence is unseen?

These questions pray for an answer.

Not the hubris of conceited opinion.

So dear scientist

I chose the voice inside of me.

My intuition.

That my body is my pharmacy

That my food is my medicine

That my Spirit is immortally cognisant.

That wisdom conquers knowledge.

As knowledge triumphs over information.

That I take responsibility

For my health.

Physical. Emotional. Psychological.

Spiritual.

So impose you not a pseudo-science

Driven by a profiteering mafia

Who seeks to make me a client

From cradle to grave.

Look inside yourself

And ask

Is healing not the right of the individual?

Is your rôle not be a compassionate guardian

Whose covenant is with the patient?