Wrong Life, Right Death.

By: Ricky Paramo

Medicine and humanities convene.

Life and death, contrasting realms collide,

Right and wrong, perspectives divide.

Promoting life, not always just,

Denouncing death, not always a must.

Bound together, a delicate dance,

Shattering notions, taking a chance.

In this union, wisdom prevails,

Through empathy’s touch, compassion sails.

Anastomoses breathe, connection thrives,

Revealing shades where healing survives.

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