War of the Worlds

Sitting 6 hours

As they drip poison

Into my veins

Is a paradox.

How these drugs

Can kill my cells

While healing my body

Makes no sense.

This invading army

Is now at war.

Little terrorists

Killing everything in sight

Making no distinction

Between the little blood cells

With the white hats

And the potential black hats.

I just hope my body

Knows when to wave

The white flag.