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Beyond the Lie: True Healing’s Path

 

 

Πρῶτον μὴ βλάπτειν, a principle misunderstood,

 

Not black and white, but shades of good.

 

Where healing's art meets science's light,

 

And ethical minds must choose what's right.

 

 

 

The caduceus gleams, a symbol misconstrued,

 

Where commerce and care are often viewed.

 

But Asclepius' staff, with single snake entwined,

 

Represents true healing, carefully refined.

 

 

 

In modern halls where choices weigh,

 

Doctors and patients find their way.

 

Through risks and benefits, they navigate,

 

Shared understanding they cultivate.

 

 

 

Some peddle cures with hollow claims,

 

Exploiting fears for selfish aims.

 

But true healers, with knowledge sound,

 

On evidence their practice ground.

 

 

 

"Primum nil nocere," a guide, not chain,

 

Encouraging thought in health's domain.

 

Balance sought 'twixt act and pause,

 

For healing's not without its flaws.

 

 

 

In research labs and by bedsides too,

 

Ethical minds seek what is true.

 

Through trials tested, their wisdom grows,

 

A beacon bright as knowledge flows.

 

 

 

ὀφελέειν ἢ μὴ βλάπτειν, the call remains,

 

For those who heal, not those who feign.

 

In partnership with those they treat,

 

They strive to make care more complete.

DEATH IS THE EQUALIZER

Author's Notes/Comments: 

In Nigeria, violent death, senseless killings and maiming have gradually become a nightmare Nigerians have learnt to live with. Anybody can be killed at any moment and anywhere and nobody would make a fuss. In the last decade, Nigeria has become a country where a day that passes without tens of innocent people, mostly children and women, killed in a most brutal and barbaric manner would be an abnormality. Certain brutes in human skin have developed a rare taste for slaughtering Nigerians within Nigeria all in the name of religion, politics and money, and the state has been totally incapacitated in coming to the rescue of these innocent and defenceless Nigerians. This has become scarily prevalent and ubiquitous in our country, but even scarier is the new-found acceptance the trend is gaining as a norm. This poem captures one of the numerous periods that I find myself reflecting on these killings and how we arrived here. This time, I happened to be in a Bus Rapid Transit (BRT) vehicle travelling from Stadium to Tafawa Balewa Square in the heart of Lagos at about 08:45AM on 26 March 2018.

Give them sacrosanctity

Author's Notes/Comments: 

English is not my home language so sorry for potential mistakes. I'd be very grateful if you point it out. Thank you for kind attention. Yours sincerely, Andrea:-)