Sonnet: The Cancer-Stricken …

When cancer strikes the poor and affluent, Both persons known, unknown, and dear as well, ‘No cure/ endure’ is just the argument; Heaven on earth is taken up by hell! We pray that cancer shouldn’t strike even foes; And yet, it comes to friends and ones so dear; All health-providers are kept on their toes; The victim’s dead before his death by fear. God only knows the pain, suffering of souls; A cell goes awry, uncontrollable; The victims same, no matter change of roles; Then, Euthanasia’s one thing probable. With harmony of cells-function all gone, One wonders why a human beings’ born? most lovingly dedicated to all the patients ill with terminal cancers Copyright by Dr John Celes 19-07-2015