by Maurice Sassoon

Created on: January 02, 2008

There's a malady severe,
So virulent that one
Might never ever overcome
Until ones life is done.

It spreads but rampantly around
Festering as it grows,
Infecting both the strong and weak
While victimizing those

That are but dangerously exposed
To this contagion vile,
Spreading around progressively
To poison and defile.

It focuses on who might be
Untainted and serene,
And often turning them around
To, likewise be so mean!

What is this malady of old,
Born of the untamed past,
Recurring unrestricted, free,
That must its shadow cast

Upon our cherished human plane?
Nothing proves more clear and true
That man with all his efforts couldn't
Explore the slightest clue.

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