The Doctors' Care Poem by Thabani Khumalo

The Doctors' Care

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In the dawn of day,
Staggering off a slight drunken haze,
I saw the hand of death beckon me
Into a journey which no man ever returned;
a thing I knew not how to gear for.

When I got run down
And enclosed into a facility
In which I was conveyed by the noisy ambulance
That blared my brains by the siren noise
And gave my body to the doctors’ care
To do with it the things they know,

I knew for sure my soul I had sold
For all they know is to run it void
And all they know is the tutor’s trend.
O god in heaven, have mercy on my soul.

Sunday, June 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: sickness
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Tman Kiry 09 February 2016

no man can mend another man broken.

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Gajanan Mishra 21 June 2015

god in heaven, give mercy, good one..

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Thabani Khumalo 25 June 2015

thank you sir for the comment, i do take from the great, a good regard absolutely seriously. thank you

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