Growing within young and old and even
all of those in-between.
This pathogentic harbinger of pestilence annihilating
the once rooted plans of a wholesome and healthy dream.
Laying dormant within and beneath the once healthy cells.
Ready to be triggered like a chemical bio WEAPONIZED
assassin then ready to overcome and dwell.
This ticking time bomb of secretive warfare knows no
innocence's nor takes no prisoners. For its ghastly
past and shortly lived future. Cutting the last breath
like a selfish and unwholesome pair of inhuman scissors.
For I speak of the Demon known as Cancer. Its sickle
reaping into the healthy wheat of the fields. Now blowing away
into a red crimson sky. Where the faces of the greedy corporates laugh. And rejoice over never ending treatments.
And there steady flowing of cash. While with compassionate
smiles they wear we still believe their lies.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem