What a weapon should it be?
When I hear about it,
I feel a throbbing
And foresee mine
Shadowing itself in my eyes

A formula never exists again
It results from unpredictable causes
Accidents, bites, cardiac arrest, ebola
And so many pandemics
That nullify professionalism of doctors

Blessed were our ancestors
Who saw death as a relief
Of growth problems.
By time, there came helpers;
Wars, HIV/AIDs and others

What a weapon should it be?

Probably, everyone can be a fighter
If a weapon witnessed itself to our sight
No soul can let a relation be soiling
A weapon has to be discovered indeed