death how we end as if we never were memories fade as if we never cared its weird that from infancy to grey beard humanity is smeared with the finitude of life hence were scared from the cradle to the grave the womb to the tomb willoughby was alive he died inhumed the certainty of death suggests humanity is doomed the surety of life is in the hereafter assumed a master of the craft a squared man indeed the father of medicine the walls of comahs bleed their service to humanity is so worthy of note that despite the contagion they honoured the hippocratic oath they couldve withheld their skills but answered on demand all hail our health workers the healers of our land willoughby salia george umar khan s rogers t rogers healers of our land d koroma m cole and nurses whos names will long span bock konoyiema healers of our land from their mistakes weve learnt the dos don ts shouldnt and cants disaster mismanaged accountability scant they waited for z map on death beds they pant aid delayed they promised they rant on airwaves they chant abc wash hands thats avoid body contact chorine water rampant our best and brightest kia they blew it dont treat the sick yeahh but somebody had to do it a robust health system its time to pursue it the contagion the epidemic a black swan who knew it at a time of recovery fastest since the war god please prevent disasters from knocking at our door arent we the least of these dont god protect the poor but wealthy nations flourish our level is the floor their courage all the more an altruist galore all hail our health workers their legacy we adore