Once again blood was spattered on that apron of spotless white,
Once again knowledge succumbed to the uncertainty of might.
The saviour who once pledged an oath to save all lives,
Was now brutally threatened at the point of lethal knives.
For each life gained, not a single word of praise would he cost;
But blamed he would always be for any life lost.
Those selfish hands that once swarmed him for free consultation,
Now held sticks and stones against him, out of their frustation.
Bound in duty of sleepless nights, he would shiver and cry;
Aghast with nightmares, the revival of his lost spirit was beyond try.
Tortured and beaten at the hands of those inhuman souls benighted ,
Ignoring the basic rights of a legal trial, justice was sacrificed unsighted.
Suffering unfanthomable pain, he refused retaliation,
Sacrificing years of patience was way beyond his reputation.
News of their torture sent a chill down his family's spines,
His colleagues and fraternity froze in horror as they read those bulletin lines.
The prejudice of the masses remained silent as they always would,
After all the white coated 'Gods' can protect themselves, only if they could.
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