My heart is overwhelmed with pain.
How could someone do this for their own gain?
Why must this death mark so?
I can not grow.
I need to know:

Why did you mark your hands red?
I bet you can’t sleep in your own bed.
How come you hurt the mass?
Now THEY are the color of glass.

The future will not see them.
My kids will not greet him.
Why must his death mark so?
Cancer,
I need to tell you:


GO