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.