He stood near the foot of her bed,
Starting to stagger with the burden not said.
Waiting for the arrival of the medicine man,
And his very apologetic ambulance van.
Time ticked away,
As pain swallowed all of the warm water in the tray.
All of the ladies sitting before idols to pray,
Will god give way?
Sirens blew from all corners,
But her pain began to tear her.
Tears flowing from all eyes,
Quivering lips that recited prayers which were nice.
Knock Knock on the door,
The clock struck four.
Two men with caps, pushing in a stretcher,
To put in a lady who was almost having an abdominal fracture.
As the medicine man yells,
To roll it in fast,
Before her body falls.
Pushing her into the four wheeler,
With her man who was than the ambulance taller.
Leaving us with only a trace of hope and prayers.
Will this battle end any sooner ?