The Apothecary

Death and the Apothecary

The Apothecary



What did you carry?

What did you bring?

For my old sick mother



I feel so sorry

For the burden of expectations

For your wrongs they deemed sin


They have forgotten

That you are no god

your delivery, in fact, is God’s be

Allah’s willingness for you

To crawl or stand tall


Don’t you worry

For you are human after all

Drugs are trade tools, no cure-all…



20th July 2012

The Apothecary

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