Cansa, you’d better watch out – cos we’re coming to get ya!

02 Aug

Dear Friends,


To the heroes who walk among us

Who never complain, or make a fuss

Loss of hair, heads they shave

A dedication, I salute the brave

So if you’re feeling low, or had enough

Never give up, you’re made of stronger stuff

With a collective voice, FIND A CURE, be heard

Never give in, or ever give cancer the last word


A very good friend of mine is in remission having battled breast cancer: operation, chemo, radio.  Her hair is now growing back and is long enough for her to discard the head scarf (I’m not sure if she has burnt it just yet, I haven’t asked) but it’s just in time – as the hot, humid weather strikes our sunny (UK) shores.

She has remained positive throughout, despite the sickness, constant needles, drugs, blood tests, hair loss, etc. etc…

Having spent time on the chemo ward (during her treatment) I witnessed bravery, as the patients put their trust in medicine, following the path laid out before them.

The staff at the chemo unit are angels, every single one of them.


The human spirit is strong, the desire to survive even stronger.

Together, WE WILL beat cancer

Because we are not prepared to put up with it much longer

WE WILL find a cure

It’s just a matter or time, for that I’m sure!

I’ve been inspired to write the following rhyme (to be read as a rap)  – please pass it on to your friends and family hopefully it can help to further raise awareness. and remember –


Cancer, watch out – cos we’re coming to get ya!

We ain’t afraid to say ya name


And certainly not hold our heads in shame



Cos we’re one step ahead of ya

Better watch out cos we’re coming to get ya


We know how you start

A simple mark

A lump or a bump

Can take hold in a spark


You try to demean so very mean

We know ya wanna friend

But ya just so pretend

And we’re gunna rock ya

Take a trip to the docta


But through fear or dread

Hear what they say

And never delay


A friend a colleague a child or a spouse

All God’s animals including a mouse

Age, gender or race holds no bounds

Cos Cansa’s doing the rounds


Whether you’re a dancer

Whether you’re a chancer

Cansa’s without loyalty

Can even strike Royalty


But through fear or dread

Hear what they say

And never delay


Whatever Cansa send

Gunna fight to the bitter end

Treatment loss of hair

Others may stare


But you’re not gunna shake us

And certainly not break us

For one day be sure

A prevention or cure!


But through fear or dread

Hear what they say

And never delay


We know someone who’s tried

Someone who’s died

So gather your friends

Against whatever it sends


Cos it’d better watch out

As we scream and shout

For we’re so sure

We’ll find your cure!!!

Spoken from my heart

© SR Clarke X

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Posted by on August 2, 2014 in Poetry


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