There is blood in the water,
And the sharks gather round,
To feed on the weakened flesh,
Of they victims they have found.
I wonder how you live each day,
In your robe and your gown,
Knowing you will be preying upon
The vulnerabilities you have found.
Is your oath something you live,
Oh bastard children of Hippocrates?
Do no harm means more than you know,
It means to help the ones who are in need.