silent heroes ignored(nurses)

A hospital stands with polished walls, Machines that blink in quiet halls. But where’s the hand that calms the pain? Where’s the soul who stays through rain? Beds are filled, yet care feels cold, No warmth, no touch, no hand to hold. The doctors know, the charts are read, But who sits near the dying bed? The angels dressed in white are gone, Their voices silenced far too long. They marched not out of pride or greed, But tired hearts and unmet need. A hospital without a nurse— A blessing robbed, a nation’s curse. No medicine can heal this crack, Until we bring our angels back. Oh leaders, rise and see their worth, The ones who guard us close to earth. Their strike is not for wealth or fame, But dignity—call out their name.