Modern hospitals, such a cruel sight,
Put relatives on ICU machines, with no end in sight.
They know the truth, the relative has passed,
But they continue to hope, a charade that lasts.
Milking medical insurance cards, with greed in their eyes,
As they extract every penny, making families pay the price.
For a glimmer of hope, they give false reassurance,
While they line their pockets, with no remorse or conscience.
The machines keep beeping, but the soul has departed,
But they switch them off, once the card is depleted and thwarted.
Crooks, with no compassion, just greed in their hearts,
Taking advantage of vulnerable families, torn apart.
But we must stand together, and fight against this crime,
With love and unity, we will make hospitals truly shine.
Where patient care is the top priority, and ethics reign supreme,
We will bring an end to this cruelty, and hope will truly gleam.
by Otieno Elvis Gikoi
THE ELO’S POETRY
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