In Soweto, there's a place so dear,
Where patients go, to conquer their fear,
A hospital, once a symbol of hope,
Now known as Diepkloof, a place to mope.
Once proud and strong, a beacon of care,
Where doctors worked, to heal and repair,
But now its walls, are stained with neglect,
A broken system, the patients neglect.
Its halls are empty, its equipment old,
The staff so stretched, the patients untold,
Of their rights, and the care that they need,
In a system, that seems to have lost its creed.
The government's promises, now just a lie,
As the people of Soweto, watch it slowly die,
A place that once brought solace and peace,
Now brings nothing but heartache and unease.
But the people still fight, for what is right,
For a hospital, that can heal the night,
And bring back the hope, that it once knew,
A shining example, of what a hospital should do.