An award on the ward

Titan doors, bright lights

A way in is not always out

Screams one end and silence the other

In parts not a soul about

Souls you say? Well some have left

And others hang in the balance

Cries of pain and wishing too

Never knowing what could happen

Riddled with fear and some delight

The young will leave tonight

Others not so lucky but still they live

Their bodies know only to fight

Masks and sprays, grazed red skin

Sore from twelve hour days

Moans of defeat and some of will

"Will I save them?" She often says

Clean white rooms, lights so bright

Yet disease fills the floors

Contamination and toxic waste

Filthy viral floors

The deceased will leave, the living they'll stay

Until their time to go

Bad food and the blandest drinks

Makes you want to scream no

Sweat and tears, hard work and no reward

That's what this life has become

A hospital is no place for all

But unfortunately a home for some