d**h - How we end as if we never were
Memories fade as if we never cared
It's weird, that from infancy to grey beard
Humanity is smeared with the finitude of life, hence we're scared
From the cradle to the grave, the womb to the tomb
Willoughby was alive, he died, inhumed
The certainty of d**h suggests humanity is doomed
The surety of life is in the hereafter a**umed
A Master of the Craft, a squared man indeed
The Father of medicine, the walls of COMAHS bleed
Their service to humanity is so worthy of note
That despite the contagion, they honoured the Hippocratic Oath
They could've withheld their sk**s, but answered on demand
All hail our health workers, the healers of our land!
Willoughby, Salia, George & Umar Khan
S. Rogers, T. Rogers – Healers of our land!
D Koroma, M. Cole and nurses who's names will long span
Bock, Konoyiema, Healers of our land!
From their mistakes we've learnt
The dos don'ts shouldn't and can'ts
Disaster mismanaged, accountability - scant
They waited for Z-Map on d**h beds they pant
Aid delayed. They promised, they rant
On airwaves they chant: "ABC... wash hands"
That's Avoid Body Contact, chorine water - rampant
Our best and brightest KIA, they blew it
"Don't treat the sick." Yeahh! But somebody had to do it
A robust health system, it's time to pursue it
The contagion, the epidemic, a black swan. Who knew it?
At a time of recovery, fastest since the war
God please prevent disasters from knocking at our door
Aren't we the least of these? Don't God protect the poor?
But wealthy nations flourish, our level is the floor
Their courage, all the more
An altruist galore
All Hail our health workers!
Their legacy we adore