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You can die from their tears I check the board to find out who has passed away the previous night   and then don my personal protective equipment   Everything has been rigorously sterilised  I have forty five minutes to treat and care   as we sometimes collapse from heat exhaustion       I care for the weakest   first  those who cannot move from their  blood    **** and *****   They look at me with such pleading sorrowful eyes   babies, children, adults, , some have the courage to smile   I smile back with my eyes Care is compressing and feeding to keep up their strength They must fight this devastating disease alone   I disrobe and painfully flick my elastic band   every time I touch my face We sterilise and sterilise but you can never be sure   Rarely there is a ray of sunshine   I have been singing and dancing with little Kaita for days   behind the yellow fence and now she is free to go home We celebrate any little victories to carry on   Dear God, I beg you, please make terrifying Ebola gone   This poem is a tribute to those with Ebola and the thousands of workers who  help them. In January cases are set to rise to a staggeringly sad 1.4 million.
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Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 10:55 AM UTC
You can die from their tears
You can die from their tears I check the board to find out who has passed away the previous night   and then don my personal protective equipment   Everything has been rigorously sterilised  I have forty five minutes to treat and care   as we sometimes collapse from heat exhaustion       I care for the weakest   first  those who cannot move from their  blood    **** and *****   They look at me with such pleading sorrowful eyes   babies, children, adults, , some have the courage to smile   I smile back with my eyes Care is compressing and feeding to keep up their strength They must fight this devastating disease alone   I disrobe and painfully flick my elastic band   every time I touch my face We sterilise and sterilise but you can never be sure   Rarely there is a ray of sunshine   I have been singing and dancing with little Kaita for days   behind the yellow fence and now she is free to go home We celebrate any little victories to carry on   Dear God, I beg you, please make terrifying Ebola gone   This poem is a tribute to those with Ebola and the thousands of workers who  help them. In January cases are set to rise to a staggeringly sad 1.4 million.
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Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 10:55 AM UTC
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