A child on the father’s lap
With fearful eyes searching for answers
"Are we ok? Who is this mob, dad?"
Choking on his tears, he whispered, “cancer.”
Little did he know the child was watching
the insurrection of the Nation.
Little did he know the child heard
The mobster’s call for sedition.
Cancer that metastasized,
the father thought in his mind.
Cancer that destroying us
Spreading faster than poison ivy.
Cancer that disabled minds
Deeply concealed in men’s psyche.
In the four years made so many blind
The truth becomes so pricy.
What do I tell to my dear child?
The father took a deep breath...
He looked in her eyes and smiled
Hope over fear. May God bless.
What a sensitive poem. Thank you.
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