Leprosy Of The Learned Poem by Jeff Rushton

A scourge fell upon the land
A scourge that began near the dawn of man
Man can not stop it, for his nature empowers
Very few can detect it, unless they are infected
The decay of limbs, of shoulders, walks and grins
The cure is not near, for the search of itself, causes
Chronic devastation, and a minuscule fraction, a cure
Carriers are many, passed by voice, by action, notion or their lack
Cures are usually temporary, they last as long as a fad
Fascination or trend of the imagination
This disease can easily be abolished from earth
Man can learn to change his nature and respect all on the planet
For their contribution...
Growth.