Lizzy Poem by John Sensele

My heart aches, quakes, slakes and shakes whenever I feel unable
To care enough, to tear myself to shreds and to bear any discomfort
You experience since you glimpse and rinse wounds and struggle
To render the best of health care and dare to bare in the Senanga fort
Where through no fault of your own and colt of your own you forgo
Any deserved respite in the delivery of bright and right services
Under tight and plight conditions that bring and spring a cargo
Of longer hours and hunger showers that sketch a stretch of crevices
In which a twitch and bleach scramble for a ramble to pair care
With a sparkle of scarce and a crackle of devices in health care edifices
In which best practices with lattice of premier service delivery dare
To afford records and accords of sterling bedside manners which kisses
Leprosy patients in ancient facilities with diminished varieties
Of interventions spring up surprises of real ultimate grade quality in unexpected quantities.