The Cancer. - Poem by Albert Wong
You are part on our body.
The cells are harmful colonist.
We want to live for longer.
The answer is always not okay.
No matter how we’re rich or poor.
Even someone is richer than Bill Gate.
You may easily defeat anyone.
We want to keep our live but no way.
Although you’re part of our cells,
But you’re human’s hateful places.
A news reported a guy over 32 billion bucks
Also being attacked and killed not saved.
A little sick starts must go to see doctor.
Please you do not keep a little wait.
Time might be the only way to chase.
Otherwise we could not be saved.
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