The seed of diabetes
The progenitor gave
Sprouts in the veins.
The sprigs thrive, and cover
The kidneys and the eyes under the foliage.
The roots thicken,
So the pipes to the heart engine are blocked.
The sugar sands are tilled
To sow the seeds;
As the manure, the Ice-cream
And the sweets are sprinkled;
When the tensions cloud
On the horizon of the mind,
The plant buds and flowers.
The diabetes blossoms,
Green, yellow, orange, and red,
Are glanced through the test tube.
Death worms creep on the petals.
As the blood turns as the sugar syrup,
The diabetic is lifted to the blessed state,
The peace of oblivion with a coma.
The insulin and the capsule,
The common pesticides,
Cure to kill.
Stethoscopes listen money-beats
And pharmacies sell diseases new.
So live in the nature
And hope His miracle.
FABIYAS M V