6 August 2012
I watch the sick die, day after day,
They vary to pass in different ways,
I try to help but not all can live,
It leaves me thinking, if only, what if?
I medicine helped every dying man,
We'd have to stop doing all we can,
The world would flood with endless life,
No herbal concoctions, no scalpel knife.
I have no choice, so I live on,
I hold my breath for what will come.
Opuss № I