cliff kawerani

Modern Angels - Poem by cliff kawerani

As they paced, saw us a beam of hope
A touch only could heal, really were blessed
Always considered practical scope
Of the era it was a calling not a profession
With Christian tinted hearts offered care
Not of these wolves for know no confession;
Worth of malpractice and fidelity is but rare.
I still evoke the services of mother Florence;
Poorly equipped but care was holistic
Unlike this set of youths, like from Lawrence
Egocentric yet of the care not very optimistic
But let not these outfits have us blindfold
For to look through the inside is vague
Too fat the sarcasm is; we can't withhold
Ours is but a plea to be counted of top value
For pledged you; openly and willingly to save,
To serve and help the helpless not to enslave

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 2, 2013

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