Nightingale

Front line, last line of defence

the unsung heroes of our dark days

Nightingale flies

as heroes rise

to save the weak, ill and fraught lives

they lay down their time, take us in arms

to give us hope in times of alarm

No man's land as bullets ring

Nightingale sings

dodging rockets, the brave

not there to kill

there to save

a lamp through the gunpowder skies

heroes rise

when we are on the back foot

and the battle is almost up

they fight on

with hearts bare

not to harm

to give care

4am hospital ward by pale moonlight

the screams in the night

as terror takes a hand with its cold fingers of ice

the nurse there to give a warming smile

melting the frigid touch of the demon’s hand so hostile

Nightingale cries

as heroes rise and lost hearts say goodbye

Nightingale calls

put themselves in the firing line

when all around, the nation falls

just assumes that they will be there

against the invisible enemies - hurt, pain and despair

not all heroes wear a cape, or hide behind masks

but ours wear the badge of the NHS with pride

Heroes heed the call, an army against the invisible enemy

pick up arms, but not bombs and guns

our government thanks with a depleted budget

but when our backs are against the wall, they still run

no idea where bombs will drop

the protection they have, not much

funding stalled to a halt

but still they stand tall in face of danger

ready to be there in our darkest hours

it's their calling

as Nightingale flies high, soaring

Nation is falling.

time to stand

disease rages

air borne plagues 

sent to crush

these heroes don’t rush

they smile, though inside tears well

listen when the world doesn't hear

give time even when theirs is low

the frontline, our lifeline

I thank you for being kind-hearted

the Nightingales sing amongst the landmines

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Especially to our Healthcare workers 

who are doing an amazing job in difficult times

Kyle