The I V drags along the filthy floor
A babies crying flares up and pulls ears
Heat and murmur sing like a choir
Bloodstained bandages littering the corners
Doctors hurry by as broken boned patients move legs
A small girl plays on her father´s cellphone
And the murmur and moan of the room doesn´t bother her
Though the complaining opens up as the day throws another degree on
Under pressure the nurses and coordenators burst into rude suggestion
And perfectly ill mannered patients pretend to be offended
The sticky day seemed to find a way of pushing itself into the waiting room
Sweat and whinging rolled down as the nurse came around to call names
The trash on the hospital floor rocked to and fro as if in a ship
Alas restless hot legs and feet would fidget and kick it back and forth
A mother teased her daughter in the sauna hot boredom
The daughter objected loudly echoing across the hospital floor
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