An Elegy of Disease

Disease is the reason For the loss of my loved ones, And possibly the future Loss of others. That monster took away my chance To see my grandfathers, And he is now hidden away in someone else, Waiting to take away the person's life. He is fatal, deadly, lethal, and mortal He is a busy man, Always looking for the next Target in his path. He awaits in the dark Like a vicious panther, preying on its victim Shredding its wretched teeth through Skin and bone. If only he knew how much pain, How much suffering he's caused. Oh I wish he'd know, I wish someone would get rid of him. There needs to be a cure, a repellent So he can stay away from defenseless people, Especially from young individuals. He takes away their lives when they're just starting one. Neither I, nor anyone else, want this animal Taking innocent lives, or even the lives of People who have lived halfway Through their life. He's not welcome, And not loved by anyone. Disease is the reason For the loss of my loved ones.