cancer

When you face CANCER

The first word come to your mind

“Deadlah” as you stare at your world

You feel you have no appetite to live

The oncologist will explain

The doctor will try to show his empathy

Telling you there are drugs to treat it

It will cost you a lot of monies

When you are in the advance stage of cancer

The oncologist will tell you the bad news

You have days or months to live

Your world will tumble down to pieces

The chemotherapy and radiation

It kills both good and bad cells

In the end it may not help you to fight cancer

It makes you weak and tired

Cancer thrives on weak body and soul

The immune system breaks down as cancer rushes in

Laughing its way to the bank of blood and live

And the oncologist will study your chart shakes his head

The oncologist can help you fight cancer

When you have the early stages of the dreadful disease

In it he is confident to get you back to health

But in the later stages of cancer he can’t help

Once you have CANCER

You will hear the coffin running

You can’t sleep well you can’t eat properly

In your mind you hear the ring “Deadlah”

When you face CANCER

Hope is your best choice to live

You have to fight it to the final round

Don’t let cancer knock you out in the ring

The oncologist will say

The bad news in days or months

As long as you have a fighting chance

You have to seek alternative methods for a cure

Like the martial arts exponents

They don’t learn one way to be good

They will learn many art forms to stay the best

Study the MMA fighters how to beat others

I read about a report by a doctor

Cancer cure is found in 1953

It is only the business companies covering it up

It wants the multi-billion profits

There are the natural methods to cure cancer

It is around us most of the times

If only we believe to find the cure

God gives u brains and so we need to use it

When you are in the last stage of cancer

What hope do you get from modern medicine?

The oncologist has waved his goodbye

Your last hope is the natural cure!

The day we were born

The day we will die

At what forms we may not know

But giving up isn’t the option