Confused patients with multiple wounds.
Painfully in shock, unaware of my presence –
Distracted by the pain in her lower abdomen.
The huhaha of “my baby” filled her wounded lips!
Shouting behind was a fearful dude:
More confused than the victims.
A good Samaritan he claimed to be –
From a night-club-party to an accident unit.
My words were to bring down his tension,
My treatment plans reeled out to him –
But his heart could not hold a bit.
“Doctor, do something!” was his desire.
Proper care granted without bias –
Lacerated lips sutured with great details –
Bruises on legs and face were treated –
Patients stabilised –
Echoing for discharge;
Time to pay for bill –
“Doctor, no money!” they flared.
What an early hour of the day!
Club stars saved by grace!
‘Jaye-jaye’ boys and girls,
‘Buga’ masters and mistresses;
My dues they would not cart away –
This we fought, almost lost but won.
As a medic
My priority’s to save
My reward I respect
My service dues is sacrosanct!