Ency Bearis - The Warriors

Some they call them savior
Warriors in scrub uniform
God send to person in impending doom
Their weapons are stethoscopes, syringes
vital sign monitors, defibrillators and skills
Any minute ready in a code that might happen
Ready for the scenario to save lives
Heedless to how many patient they care
with cardiac respiratory distress, gunshot wound
trauma of all ages they encounter
To save lives are normal objectives in their life
Normal heart beats are music to their ears
Their presence at bedside are happy sight
to person who are sick, help are in reach
tender care they asked as they have angels
to their sides
At the end of eight hours or twelve hours
tired toes, tired feet, tired hands with stress
might prevail
Unscathed
Ready for the next day for the same scenario

The Warriors - Emergency Nurses the way they are
should be, must be
Undaunted
Heroes to some

Ency Bearis

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