Doctor For The Sick Poem by Young Church Poetry
Doctor For The Sick
Obsessed with their church
Looking after its masses only
Masses for their church only
Who looks after the sick?
Obsessed with the glamour
No room for the poor congregation
Looks like a house of intimidation
Although a house for the sick
Looks like some people are forgotten
Although a house for everyone
Where are the ambulances?
To fetch the sick in abundance
Obsession like sand in our eyes
Trouble disease on the out break
The sick are denied medication
Why not run spirit tests for everyone?
Maybe the virus runs amongst
The doctor, the nurse, the pharmacist…
Doctor for the sick indeed
Accidents do happen unfortunately
Victims must be brought in hopefully
Weak people must be urged to eat
True word, the only immune booster.
***The Book of End of Times
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4/25/2024 3:08:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very well said..doctors are themselves sick of their individual showdowns, parapharnelias and promotions to amass money cheating people.Some doctors though are luckily good may be they are not lucky to get more patients.Patients always run to big hospitals seeing its attractions and amenities.In the end life ends up in parody.Due to doctors whose killer hands get scot-free.Slow poisoners.