Post Traumatic Stress Disorder
What's this thing called STRESS.
Which came to stay for a while,
And has left my aching head,
In a bloody mess!
It disturbs my sleep at night,
It affects my torrid dreams.
It follows me during the day,
And lets me know it's here to stay!
It followed me from the border war,
It pursued me through the Soweto riots.
It attended all the murder scenes,
And went on to join my friends and family!
Then came the medical community,
Who treated me for a while.
They put me on Prozac and Viagra,
And told me to hold a stiff smile!
They charged me for their wisdom,
They took away my RAND!
They said that stress would leave me soon,
When I joined my friends in the promised Land!
Copyright ©2009 William Ernest Cox
Comments by Sonny
Commissioner Bheki Cele, you have had your task cut out for you.
All you now have to do, is perform!
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