I look for a silver spoon
To help the medicine go down
The bitter taste sticks around
And reminds me that
Life is not all sugar
It’s not so sweet at times.
But then, sugar isn’t really sweet
A history stained with tyranny and tears.
Shielded by marketing and greed
But it fixes the rancid flavor of illness
The rotting smell of disappointment
The spoon ladles out the syrup
Sticky, strong and thick.
And drops it, streaming over the cracks
Covering them fro a moment
But not for ever.