British-Time T.B. Sanatorium Wards

Wherever they are Under the forest ranges Or the secluded places Tell of A difficult time Gone by, The horror and terror Of the T.B. patients Suffering from With no hope for living And the British doctors and nurses Taking care of, Serving Where the people used to Fear to go, Even the relatives Of the patients Presuming a supposed to be Contact with And the houses dilapidated And falling Lying under the trees Still tell of The age gone by, The influx of patients And dying from Tuberculosis, But they serving, Serving, The British, European Doctors and the medical staff Given to overseas assignments And service to man is service to God.