In A Hospital Of Disaster Poem by Aziz Baako

These days hospitals
Are not hospitable enough.
To host the victims
Of hostilities rough enough
To tear our world apart.

Dear Lord be a part
Of The world’s affair.
Our hours today in the world
Are full of the miseries of the politics
And policies Of leaders who
Are not interested in the best
For the world.
The world created as a gift for mankind.
The world created for the beauty of humankind.
Today we are living in a hospital of disaster.

While the rest
Of the world is consumed in the assumptions
That humans still posses that hospitable earth.
(That hospitable host of birth)

Our leaders are either in an Ideology, Race,
Or Religious war whiles our hospital can’t place
The victims of malaria, cholera or the tremors
Of the recent wars on terror
Nowhere, but in a cluster of Jails
Scattered in the world with no bails.

The world is full of disaster.

In Iraq bombs and hunger.
In Congo AIDS and hunger
In Somalia Pirates and hunger
In America Katrina and hunger
We are in the hospital of disaster.