Death traps: hospitals without health


By Solomon C Jatta

They build death traps

And call them hospitals


Hospitals! Unfit for the masses

Barren of facilities,

grieving for medicine

and equipment

Doctors qualified yet

lack the needed tools

Hospitals swarmed by the masses with hope for cure

But leave with only paracetamol

and prescription paper,

Penniless yet the rest to buy from a pharmacy

No safe births except mothers to give birth by dying,

While the elite in hospitals abroad seek healing

Our hospitals are left bare of anything appealing

While our morgues fill up with numbers chilling

Ambulances dead and

begging for resurrection

But left to watch the passing

Of another soul it

could have saved