In a hospital tent where the injured are sent
There's never enough hours in the day .
There's no rest for the wicked even less for the good ,
and there's always a high price to pay
Since war had begun the casualties come
in a steady flow at the emergency door .
No one reimburses the doctors and nurses for all the hours
they spend on the floor .
Waves of apprehension built a bridge through the tension
as the incoming wounded arrived .
For carried on stretchers from the red cross ambulances
are some soldiers barely alive .
Pack And swab,
Oh dear God it's a hell of a job ,
with no rest for the medical crew .
Some were chosen to survive the explosion
yet the operation they never saw through .
By Paul McCann
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-05-26 01:29:43
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