The Diagnosis Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

In the art of diagnosis
The matrix of knowledge is punctured
Not to annihilate the structure of logic
But to give meaning to a sickness
To diagnose, first you must listen
Not only to your patient
But also to yourself
You must then understand
Interpret every particle of knowledge
And examine the body of evidence
You may need to order some tests
And take images of the suspected area
This is a humbling experience
As you dig into the fibre of life
You can only pray to God to come close to the truth
And relieve the patient of their suffering
Or sometimes just alleviate the anxiety
And bring some sense to a desperate situation
This is the art of diagnosis in a nut shell

Now, let us apply this same art of diagnosis to the state of the world
The world is infested with sorrow, suffering and debilitating pain
We can watch and allow nature to take its cause
Or we can begin to listen to ourselves and the world
The chattering within has so much to say
The streets are fully loaded with questions
The people are drowning in misery
The body of the world has been overpowered by Covid-19 disease
Not because we have a lack of resources
Or a deficiency in our technological knowhow
It is the faulty system of human thought that is sick
Vaccines are being hoarded by the wealth countries
While the virus is metamorphosing
New variants are entering the scene
While humanity is peddling in the produce of inequality
Shunting our ability to contain the pandemic
It is only through a conscientious effort
By both the rich and poor countries
That we can reach some kind of milestone
In this fight against the Coronavirus-19

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