Time was

You got sick, you went to the doctor

You got examined, you got medicine and advice

How times have changed

Now, you get sick

And the doctor won’t let you in

You might have the plague, they cry

We’ll talk to you over the phone

No examination, guesses instead of advice

Left high and dry with no help at all

Now, they wonder why

Hospitals are overwhelmed

They ask why people

Aren’t going to the doctor

They won’t admit

That you can’t get in

That you can’t get help

That you’re left with thoughts and prayers

And hope you don’t end up

In an overcrowded hospital

Who don’t have time

And don’t have space

That’s medicine today

So you won’t get sick

Cross your fingers and pray