Angel of mercy
They dress in white
and sacred light
emanates on their faces.
A bright ethereal light.
Meeting pain,
Some holy mission.
When the world
drifting shy
and Praetorians multiply.
Carrying doom and pain,
Defiling densely jungles,
Besoiling cleanly plains.
When they howled
a twisted thunder,
Cant rend
this earth asunder.
Trained to shrink them
cheerful towns
to bones and dust .
Sowing dissensions
like old Satan
in his dimly dusk.
And here I am!
A paralyzed creature,
They nailed me.
They broken my bones.
The pulse fading,
My heart shrinking,
Lifeless,
My heart like a stone.
Me!
The preacher of goodness,
Claiming false glories, now.
Blameworthy am cynical,
Dying
in a tiny spent,
In a makeshift hospital.
She'll call again
this morning.
And I'll be shivering
and fever shall pester a brain .
She'll call again,
Like a summer breeze
and wipe sweat and tears.
She'll touch my heart
and says;
You'll be all right Aziz.
She'll smile
before she leaves,
Tending her other patients.
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