Ingrid Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (81)

It's Wrong

In Days of old when Folks where left a dying,

To go the way, all flesh is meant to go.

Oh! it was hard there's surly no denying,

To lose a loved one to that unknown sphere.

Then Families gathered round to do their morning,

To shed their tears, to share their loose and grieve.

But time sweet time would come to do her healing,

And time would render blessed sweet relieve.

Then Folks would turn and get on with their living,

For it's the way this life has always been.

And tear's they cried would someday be a memory,

And after all the rain the sun would shine again.

Now man has gained much knowledge in the matter,

Of keeping Folks alive, no questions ask.

And Death, Physicians learned to turn away,

To hide him well behind a new-found mask.

Keep them a life no matter what the cost.

Keep them a life no matter what they've lost.

Keep them a life for that's what they must be,

Keep them a life for all to freely see.

The grief by which their Souls are racked

To feel humiliation, sorrow, pain.

Come Doctor's safe them, safe them jet.

Come make their misery your wealth your gain.

Increase the burdens of their Loved one's here,

As by their Bed they sit and watch them grinsh

When plagued by many a ills, many a pain

Incapable of shifting by a single inch.

When Nurses labour to their very limits.

When weary they attend our loved one's here

Why can’t you see you bring but suffering and pain?

Why won’t you let them fly away to heaven

To be with God their Father one's again.