Where Science Heals.

 


No prayers pierce the sterile light,

No hands can will away the night.


ER hums with reason’s sound,

Where logic, skill, and tools abound.


Those waving hands, the shouting crowd,

Can’t rewrite charts or speak aloud.


Stitches, scans, and measured care,

Save lives with knowledge, trained and fair.


Miracles wait in hearts, perhaps,

But here, precision fills the gaps.


Biology speaks, medicine replies,

Faith alone cannot staunch the cries.


Healing thrives where evidence leads,

Not on ritual or sacred creeds.


Poet: Vynolyn Naidoo

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