He is pathetically emaciated
In his agony he mumbles
Viewing things with pale eyes
Affliction has now come.
A veteran suffers in my face
I pray for him in anguish
Death gradually approaches
Still our tears drop in abundance.
The Creator we are not
We'd rather let His will be done
Eradication has proven impracticable
May he rest in peace.
This poem explains the way I felt when my brother passed away as a result of an incurable disease. The first letters of lines 1-3 in stanza 1 and those of the lines of stanza 2 spell the name of the virus and the disease, respectively.
