Terminal

Tears of adversity have no free fall-

Traversing scars of sacred land.

True hunger tortured by possibility-

Travesty that despair is endemic.

 

They pray and look towards skies above-

Though only misery showers down upon them.

Tropical diseases hail down in buckets-

Terror strikes like lightning at hearts.

 

That tape mend broken souls is impossible

Thoughts arise amidst chaos.

Trinity. Hope. Love. Naivety.

 

Turn our backs-

Triage other things,

Target a more just dream otherwise.

 

By Varun Verma, MD  UCSF-Global Health Hospital Medicine Fellow

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