CORONA Dr Pierre Kory: A poem by a vaccine injured patient

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Poem By A Vaccine Injured Patient of Mine​


Called "We're Not Invisible," it poignantly details the plight of the Covid mRNA vaccine injured in these dark times of rigid censorship, medical gaslighting, and anti-vaxxer/un-vaxxed demonizing.

PIERRE KORY, MD, MPA
APR 26, 2024

Below submitted by the pseudonymous author Caustly Lessens :)

We’re Not Invisible

We’re not invisible

We’re here in plain sight

You just refuse to look

And understand our plight

We suffer in silence

As you smother our voice

We trusted the fraud

And made the wrong choice

Some of us have perished

Some of us remain

Those who have been damaged

Will never be the same

Those who have been injured

And in constant pain

These are the people

You seek to blame

You knocked us off balance

With jabs and gaslighting

But we remain steadfast

And we’ll keep on fighting

We’re not invisible

We’re just not recognized

When even friends and family

Leave us feeling ostracized

You still flood the channels

With those deadly lies

As the losses mount

Before our eyes

With your mainstream madness

You deceive with impunity

While only the manufacturers

Are receiving immunity

You’re on the wrong side of history

The wrong side of humanity

The wrong side of morality

And the wrong side of sanity

We stepped into a nightmare

That will not end

But we’re resilient

And we will not bend

When the poisoned apple

Is offered anew

We won’t take a bite

No more witches brew

We’re not invisible

We have names and faces

Yet It seems like you would

Rather erase us

 

Matt

Veteran Member
I like poetry... I stood firm against the madness... endured the ridicule.... sat at the Leper's table with a mask during meetings while the weak conformist "got back to normal"....

Meditate upon this one by Frost....


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
 

mikeabn

Finally not a lurker!
I like poetry... I stood firm against the madness... endured the ridicule.... sat at the Leper's table with a mask during meetings while the weak conformist "got back to normal"....

Meditate upon this one by Frost....


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
And I find it difficult to forget the many extremely hateful things directed at us non- jabbed.
 
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