The Disease

Can you smell the blood?

As the disease spreads

Can you smell the rotting flesh?

Of the hundred bodies lying around

Can you see the sightless eyes?

As if cursing you

Can you hear the people dying?

The ones who have been struck

By this dreadful disease

Can you hear the children crying?

The ones who have been orphaned

Or can you hear the mothers cry

The ones who have lost their children

To the god of death

Can you hear the ladies cry?

As their husbands die in their arms

Can you hear the men cry?

As their loved ones pass away