At The Bedside Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

So many questions
Life or death equations
Left loose in the hospital ward
To wander and thunder
Like savage predators
Searching for victims
To possess and overpower
With the webbed hands of hope
or the ferocious claws of doom
Doctors and nurses are blindfolded pawns
Pacing, slicing, injecting and checking pulses
It is like playing in freezing weather
There is no one solution to the game of life and death
The heart beat of death cannot be palpated
At the end of the game, there are no pulsating veins
Just a moment of silence, tears and despair
At the bedside, life is a slot machine
It guzzles or dazzles with the substance of being
Don't gamble with your health
Be wise and stop playing the game of death
Exercise, eat healthy foods and be humble
Laugh, smile and be full of joy
Every moment is alive and full of butterflies
Chase them and be immersed in their beauty
This is the game of life
Be illuminated with the light of God (awareness)
©Kenneth Maswabi