The Vision

The Vision

I heard the sounds of wartime; cries of terror and of fear.
I saw the blue skies darken and the dust engulf the air.
I touched the shattered bodies and inhaled the stench of death,
And, as this scene unfolded, I watched with baited breath!

I heard the sound of sirens and saw the lights of blue.
I watched the sick and wounded unloaded in a queue.
I saw the glazed doors sliding and read the written sign –
‘We apologise for closing. There isn’t room inside.’

I heard the wails of panic rise from the stricken crowd:
Awareness dwelled amid them: No treatment would be found!
I sensed their desperation; their suffering and their pain,
And listened as they shouted ‘ It’s the Government to blame!’

I thought about this vision and questions filled my mind.
‘What if this really happened and treatment was denied?
How would the sick be cared for in a country of neglect?
This ‘Land Of Hope And Glory’ where ‘Hope’ is all that’s left!