We are all dieased with plaque
The disease of the century as matter of the fact,
we know too little about this contagion
We only know one thing,
it's camouflaged itself as a Depression ..
The Disease of the century, isn't lethal,
yet we can't get a cure yet or heal,
it affects us on such level, that
Only sensitive by nature people,
Can feel its symptoms ..
The disease swept mankind altogether ..
An exception may be,
A few indigenous people from Tibet
or Aborigines from New Zealand
our minds and thoughts thereafter
are infected by totalitarian defect.
The disease of the century, has become an integral part of us
So much in such, that very part that recognizes its symptoms - is affected
The virus manifested itself various ways;
When we feel the void inside,
that can't be filled with anything substantial,
When our soul is sighing we make sure,
that voice by music is cancelled
When there is time, but time already has frazzled
There is a phone, yet no one speaks of heart
when no one understands you,
except your house pet,
When there is an appetite,
but pleasure of eating just ain't there!
When the news is no longer surprising,
Just likely to give you scare
When you get disappointments in people are rising,
And people turn to you only in despair
When you ask God questions, and you don't hear what you want to hear,
When you search for answers in horoscope constellations
or attaining a church services in obligation
hoping to cope with apathy by lighting candle
when searching for answers on Internet,
on various sites - all in vain
And of your last day, you desire no longer with a strain,
and when all of the above symptoms described
you think, may not be this disease to blame?
