Doctors: God’s Healers

With steely mind and gentle, healing hand,

The doctor stands, a bulwark 'gainst the fray,

Where shadows lurk and sickness takes its stand,

They tread the line 'twixt life and dark decay.

Their knowledge vast, a well of wisdom deep,

From ancient tomes and trials hard-won lore,

To mend the broken, ease the soul from sleep,

And guide the lost back to health's open door.

With tireless watch, they face the battle's might,

Where fevers burn and shadows cast their fear,

A beacon bright in darkest fading light,

They wage their war with hope and purpose clear.

So hail the doctor, healer of the land,

A gentle warrior, with a helping hand.