Thursday, January 18, 2024

Praying for my Professions Death

When is the doctor happiest, when a disease outbreak occurs,
And the prospect of many clients, makes him fill his coffers.
Or is that the saddest day, as he's overwhelmed, with work and compassion,
And the realization dawns, that the Hippocratic oath, is still not out of fashion.   

When is an entrepreneur happiest, when he discovers real pain points,
And comes up with a pain killer, not a vitamin that one superficially anoints.
Does he secretly pray that the opportunity, and the structural issues remain, 
Is he happy applying the balm, or does he dare to cure from the root the pain. 

When is a psychologist happiest, when people around are anxious and depressed,  
Its good for business as long as, the need for therapy on them is pressed.
Or does he rather wish and plan, that the client stops the treatment fast, 
That he loses a client as soon as possible, the dependency on him doesn't last. 

I'm ecstatic that the students, will be happy and less stressed now,
I may starve to death, but I won't be one of those milking the cow.


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