by Nil   Oct 4, 2023

Insured but told what you are worth
My problems aren't problems
Unless they are profitable
Sidelined by a stock price
A premium paid, but why-

How can you decide
Who stays and who's denied
When the eyes that analyze
Are algorithms in disguise
It is disgusting, deplorable
Absolutely down right immoral

For their hands to play God-
When lives are the cost


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