By: Anne Tan (UCL Medical Student)
Competition Year: 2012
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We are under attack,
Fever rages to protect.
A defence that we despise,
An offence that phagocytosise.

Chameleons like it hot
When ill, unlike we thought.
We keep on giving paracetamol
Because we want to have it all.

Should we prescribe it or not?
Are we doing as we ought?
Are we giving a hand?
Perhaps it is not ‘or’ but ‘and’.
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