Unknown to inhabitants,
Making headway via a glance,
It is a demeaning omen of earth,
Fit for the fight for life over death.
Pursuing no other further,
That man’s earnest dealings,
It hardens exuberant feelings,
As teeth gnashing is the day’s order.
In the name of infirmities,
Others grievously call for a revival
Some suffer desperately for survival,
As many lose their lives and properties.
To heal is excruciating,
To stay alive is compelling,
As its symptoms are physical,
We shall forever remain fiscal.