Cancer Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

It's the word
to fear,
more than
fear itself.
Much more.

Billions spent,
trillions sought,
finding
a cure.
Soon,
if you help.

Getting ever
closer,
now almost
there,
you simply must
help
to make it
come true,
for you.

Yet nineteenseventyfour
as compared
to that fair year
just passed
shows that the fear
is justified
as ever.
You see
no difference,
just trillions spent
in the pursuit
of an elusive
gaggle of
wild geese,
but far to clever
and fed by
pathetic ignorance
and human greed.