The E.R. Poem by Kwai Chee Low

E.R. where lives are lost and saved
Where emotions run from panic to grief
And one needs to be brave
Life can be tragically brief

Blood and antiseptic
Doctors and nurses in hurried haste
Nothing can be more hectic
Than the E.R. place

Shouts of 'hurry, quick! '
Amid the din
As patients, injured and the sick
Like a wave pushed in

The dying and the dead
And last minute confessions
For this is the E.R. and that is your death bed
Your life is no longer your possesion