Our future yet is opaque

Dorsally pain and the cannula is on his vein
Feeling patient but patiently he disagreed
Insomuch his idle organ pretends the pain
They give an order for a surgical operation
As much as they asked who suffers to obey
But in all diseases they lack to diagnose
Simply their way is out of a pinning plan
Let them going back perhaps they never trap
It is full opaque when no determination is clear
Everything is absent as if a closed slash
As a turning away sun shines in one eye
For poor it shuns but for riches gives heat
Here the etiology is to whom!
Inside jungles wearing the jacket of professor
They never learn how they could teach!
On their triangle fingers supposing the way
Feeling is captured when there is no hope
That's the man on our society we knew
He is still patient even had not cut off organ
But on his society he was cut off
That's the media invests the human to die
With no reason to be the victim of doctors
Waiting one's turn to cut off his intact organ
And at evening maybe not return home

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Our future yet is opaque