We know what makes us ill.
When we’re ill word says
You’re the one to make us well
For ten years, so we hear
You learned how to heal in elegant schools
Built at the people’s expense
And to get your knowledge
Dispensed a fortune
That means you can make us well.
Can you make us well?
When we visit you Our clothes are ripped and torn And you listen all over our naked body. As to the cause of our illness A glance at our rags would be more Revealing. One and the same cause wears out Our bodies and our clothes.
