Physician, Heal Thyself lyrics

Oh great surgeon and esteemed director

I called upon you again and again

When war broke out in your homeland

A motherland troubled that spawned you

You turned your back on miserable men

To serve riches, to serve yourself

Whilst this stranger went expediciously

With sword, sling, and scalpel

To squash the wretched offenders

To give hope to the suffering

And then when returning back briefly

With stern eyes that pierce the soul

I bade you come and beckoned so

With sincere and succinct surety

You knew my words held evident truths

And so you knew your duty there

But wealth and prestige were you

Did Allah not call you from afar?

Did he not speak through a righteous man?

Mortal men that give easily in compassion

Whose works are undeniably diety's gifts

Forsaken by an open hand that takes

Rather than the closed one of skill

Are riches so important that you are deaf,

That your mind is blank, your heart so cold?

You may avoid my presence now to hide

But the day will come when there is no oasis

A desert without rest or refreshment eternal

I hear their suffering, their pains

And see their injuries and deformities

There are so many, against so very few

Mamed by misguided, misplaced men

Who found the answer to bad intentions

Punished by their misrepresented God

Pride and ambition unguarded have no end

And all those beneath them pay its toll

Heed the Hippocratic oath you once took

The souls that weep, that are in terror

Their tears fall upon the barren land

Blood and tears that soak into the dirt

They form brief patens for their hosts

Their sacrifices given in sacred anonimity

A sanctifying light their only divine hope

The voice of a quiet stranger comforting

His hands attempting to steal them away

From the cold, enduring hands of death

Hear their pleas, my vespers from afar

Medice, cura te ipsum, cura eos,

Physician, heal thyself, heal them.