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Cancer

Cancer
By:©Saccheen Laing
How many more tears shall we shed?
How many more prayers must be said ?
For how much longer shall we have to say bye to our loved ones smiles?
We bury one after the other and keep asking why?
From our babies to our grandparents
We have to watch them cry because of the pain
We sit and look up and wish we could see them smiling again
Our hearts are heavy we are tired of writing RIP
We hear of a death and the first thought is cancer has sent another to rest
Who shall we have to say bye to next?
C- controlling has it takes over our lives and we have to continually fight
A-aches that it causes our hearts when we see another falls apart
N-never ending because it feels like someone is always fighting
C-catastrophic because it causes so much damage and suffering
E- evil because there is no good in it
R- recurrent because no matter how many times it goes away it comes back another way

Nothing did our loved ones do to feel the pain that they had to go through
Silently it took over their dreams and life
We are told to fight
And even when we think we have won
Cancer returns and we have to fight to save another one
It isn't easy and we can't pretend that it is
Cancer continues to take our loved ones against their will

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