God's Sent: A Life Agent Poem by Oladoyin Micheal

The earth look so good
As dead to-be rush to live;
The sick all in file rejoice
As they glow in recuperation.

5 White-coated professionals distributes joy
As of Christmas gift by Santa;
Boundless happiness they brings
For p'ple to weep for joy.

Thousands of whited medicine men have I seen
10 A lucent cherubim among 'em stand;
A coolheaded fellow of doubtless vote
Executing her job with staunch stand.
With a sigh I did cry out
O heavens! Make her invulnerable.
15 For she's but a gift;
Not lilliputian to the tree of mortality.

When weariness overwhelmed me,
And after God I called,
She in her garment appears
20 with soothing voice she iced my heart
There rubbing my heart with liniment,
What a great succor it is!

Though she's but a practitioner,
Her future I saw bright
25 As she make a rescue
Of souls traveling abroad...
On a journey of no return.

Never have I see her using vituperations
But rather to supply illnesses
With suiting solutions.
30 Her visage show it all
That she's a wellspring of life,
A God's sent to resuscitate life.

Heavens! Give her a chance
For she'll make mortality shrink to dance.
35 Let her with holy glance
Lessen the existence of visitant
Emerging from the depth of mortality.