Men of Peace and Violence

In the end they would always say:
Doctor, please save my life!
I don’t want to be taken away
From my son, my daughter, my beloved wife!

“I didn’t do anything,” they would add
“I-I was just there when I was s-shot.”
I would hear them plead to their God,
As our coats would stain with their blood.

“Prepare for intubation!” my resident barks!
We suck it up; we can’t lose focus.
“Insert double lines! Prepare for cutdown!” another remarks!
We go about our organized ruckus.

A crowd forms around, and I would close the curtain
His eyes stare blankly at us. He turns pale, then blue.
We wheel him in for an exlap; his survival’s uncertain.
This could have easily been me or you.

After the commotion we go back to our seat,
To reflect in the privacy of our reticence,
To face the forces of “victory” and “defeat”
Muddled ideologies of men of peace and violence.

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