There Is a Village Unto Itself

There is a village, Workplace of 7500, healing muscle minds and sinew, Of the fallen few. Working night and day. Their mission critical is to heal men And woman tasked to war, wounds inflicted every day. Received in theaters thru out the world, deemed important by their leaders, whose own sons and daughters, don’t seem to want to give it a whirl. Why are they, these providers of aid, necessary for their charges to find a way? Because Access to the Spirit, Now blocked by their pain, can Be free to happen once more. Is there anything more important for the Village, and them, to gain?