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

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-research-ad_0

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

We ain’t afraid to say ya name

Cansa

And certainly not hold our heads in shame

Cansa

§

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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But for the whispering voices, but for their whispering choices…

Dear Friends,

While stretching my craft, I thought I’d step into character; a schizophrenic in Victorian England.

The experience has been enlightening, if a little disturbing, but above all enjoyable, but that’s literacy…

Therefore, a piece of pure fiction – really?  Oh, I’ll let you decide…

Steve

Twas the voices in my head – No, not I but them, they and me

mental-illness-pyschosis

The voices are in my head
Pic Courtesy: /healthculturesociety.wikispaces.com

Twas I a lonely lad

Without a friend – sad

But for the whispering voices

But for their whispering choices

§

They whispered steal cash

They whispered rip and dash

Twas the voices in my head you see

Their voices in my bed – not me

§

Together we’re a serial killer

Together we’re a real thriller

But twas not me, I cry

Twas my friends, not I

§

I recall the day they were born

While I lied, blamed and scorn

The demise of my loved one

Beneath the rising sun

§

For as I plead through time

Plead with you through rhyme

“Please don’t let them out,” I shout

For their thought’s be their’s not mine

§

May get better my Mother did say

May get better my Father did pray

But as their voices scream out – I sigh

But why can’t you hear them? – I cry

§

Tis the voices of the faithful dead

Ravaging, raging through my head

We’ve committed many a murder you see

No! Not I; but them, they and me

§

As I awaken beneath the rising sun

Torn flesh, bloody mess and an empty gun

I scream at the voices in my head and cry

Oh dear God, what have we done?

Oh dear God, why oh why oh why?

§

Please father forgive our sin

For I truly loved my next of kin

For they committed the murder you see

No! Not I, but them, they and me

§

For as I plead through time

Plead with you through rhyme

“Please don’t let them out,” I shout

For their thought’s be their’s not mine

§

For as they lied and plotted; I did rue

For I tried to stop, left you many a clue

For I just wanted them caught

Because I was so very distraught

§

For twas I wanted you to catch

While bodies burnt wit a match

I feared the faithful raging undead

Feared the unfaithful rage in my head

§

And as they made me bludgeon

Spilt blood with his own truncheon

You must lock us away I did say

Within your deepest, darkest dungeon

§

For twas not I, but them, they and me

For twas not I, but together you must see

That we’ve been one bloody serial killer

That we’ve been a real dirty evil thriller

§

For as I plead through time

Plead with you through rhyme

“Please don’t let them out,” I shout

For their thought’s be their’s not mine

§

And finally you found my new clue

Thankfully as our penance so long overdue

And so now we’re all wrapped up tight

I lay here mourning from noon till night

§

Lay like tied infants in a cot

Lay awake as more evil do they plot

The voices of the faithful dead

Raging, nagging through my head

§

And as I lay awake that night

While others scream and fright

I listen till the early morn

Of other voices of the scorn

§

“For tis time to leave nay,”

Two men in white coats say

With their bloodied, torn seams

Dragged beyond other’s dry throats

From a night of such awful screams

§

For as I plead through time

Plead with you through rhyme

“Please don’t let them out,” I shout

For their thought’s be their’s not mine

§

As we walk beyond the stench

Of the awful grizzling Wench

“Stand there,” He doth say,

“For no last rites you deserve

As no souls did you preserve”

§

With no time left to pray

I hear a rasp, then a gasp

And with no slack, a crack

§

For the voices I knew would stay

Were it not now for today

As our heavy body does sway

And my mind drifts away

§

Father tucks me in and doth pray

And my Mother’s soft voice does say,

“My dear your only real friends

Are those whom Jesus sends.”

§

For I now know, heart aglow

As they scream and I do sigh

That today is the day

The day that we will die.

© SR Clarke X

 
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Posted by on June 29, 2014 in Poetry

 

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

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-research-ad_0

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

We ain’t afraid to say ya name

Cansa

And certainly not hold our heads in shame

Cansa

§

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 June 16, 2014 in Poetry

 

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Tick tock what’s the time – is there enough time to rhyme?

Friends, give my rhyme some of your time as there’s a story to be told, for behold a sad sad tale.

The Rhythm of Time

Inspired my Rhyme…

Time-slips-through-your-hands-1024x1024

Precious time

Ticking clock

Tick tock

What’s the time?

Time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry it’s quarter to eight

Hurry hurry or else you’ll be late

§

Appointment time

Enough to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry kids to school

Hurry hurry time to rule

§

Click clock

Tickety tock

What’s the time?

Time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry for it’s the boss

Hurry hurry for he’s so cross

§

Appointment time

Enough to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry put on a show

Hurry hurry and not too slow

§

Ticking clock

Tick tock

What’s the time?

Time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry sandwich lunch

Hurry hurry crunch crunch

§

Appointment time

Enough to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry work to do

Hurry hurry phew phew

§

Click clock

Tickety tock

What’s the time?

Time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry for it’s five o’clock

Hurry hurry for it’s time to rock

§

Appointment time

Enough to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry time for dinner

Hurry hurry be late or a sinner

§

Ticking clock

Tick tock

What’s the time?

Time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry don’t miss your soap

Hurry hurry tied tight with a rope

§

Appointment time

Enough to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry can’t take the strain

Hurry hurry for it’s bedtime again

§

Click clock

Tickety tock

What’s the time?

Time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry can’t take it anymore

Hurry hurry for life’s a chore

§

About time

Enough to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry pops a pill

Hurry hurry a drop don’t spill

§

Ticking clock

Tick tock

Enough time?

Enough time for rhyme?

§

Hurry hurry for the kids are crying

Hurry hurry for their mother’s dying

§

So little time

No time to rhyme

Hurry hurry stop the clock

Hurry hurry for there’s a knock

§

Quick clock

Tickety tock

Where’s the time?

For you to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry the ambulance is here

Hurry hurry for it’s all too clear

§

Not enough time

Enough time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry they’re at the gate

Hurry hurry before it’s too late

§

Ticking clock

Tickety tock

What’s the time?

Time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry the kids are fraught

Hurry hurry the kids are distraught

§

Ran out of time

No time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry prepare for the service

Hurry hurry the choir are nervous

§

Click clock

Tickety tock

What’s the time?

Time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry for the vicar’s running late

Hurry hurry for there’s embers in the grate

§

And about time

Enough time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry put the body in the ground

Hurry hurry life goes around and around

§

Ticking clock

Tickety tock

Where is the time?

Is there enough to rhyme?

§

Hurry hurry attending the wake

Hurry hurry give the kids a shake

§

That’s about time

Enough time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry answer the phone

Hurry hurry put the kids in a home

§

Click clock

Tickety tock

What’s the time?

Time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry for it’s time for their bed

Hurry hurry but nothing’s said

§

Short of time

No time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry the orphans are crying

Hurry hurry they remember her dying.

§

Ticking clock

Tickety tock

Who’s stolen their time?

No time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry as the world spins around

Hurry hurry for they’re making no sound

§

Stopping time

No time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry for the orphans won’t wake

Hurry hurry for heaven’s sake

§

Click clock

Tickety tock

What is the time?

No time for a rhyme

§

Hurry hurry before it’s too late

Hurry hurry at heaven’s gate

§

No more time

As if to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry empty their tummy

Hurry hurry their missing their mummy

§

Ticking clock

Tickety tock

What’s the time?

Enough time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry as they’re beyond heaven’s gate

Hurry hurry for now it’s too late

§

They Ran out of time

No time to rhyme

§

Hurry Hurry for time waits for none

Hurry hurry not even the young.

§

Written from the heart

© SR Clarke X

 
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Posted by on June 16, 2014 in Poetry

 

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Tick tock what’s the time – is there enough time to rhyme?

Friends, give my rhyme some of your time as there’s a story to be told, for behold a sad sad tale.

The Rhythm of Time

Inspired my Rhyme…

Time-slips-through-your-hands-1024x1024

Precious time

Ticking clock

Tick tock

What’s the time?

Time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry it’s quarter to eight

Hurry hurry or else you’ll be late

§

Appointment time

Enough to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry kids to school

Hurry hurry time to rule

§

Click clock

Tickety tock

What’s the time?

Time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry for it’s the boss

Hurry hurry for he’s so cross

§

Appointment time

Enough to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry put on a show

Hurry hurry and not too slow

§

Ticking clock

Tick tock

What’s the time?

Time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry sandwich lunch

Hurry hurry crunch crunch

§

Appointment time

Enough to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry work to do

Hurry hurry phew phew

§

Click clock

Tickety tock

What’s the time?

Time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry for it’s five o’clock

Hurry hurry for it’s time to rock

§

Appointment time

Enough to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry time for dinner

Hurry hurry be late or a sinner

§

Ticking clock

Tick tock

What’s the time?

Time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry don’t miss your soap

Hurry hurry tied tight with a rope

§

Appointment time

Enough to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry can’t take the strain

Hurry hurry for it’s bedtime again

§

Click clock

Tickety tock

What’s the time?

Time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry can’t take it anymore

Hurry hurry for life’s a chore

§

About time

Enough to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry pops a pill

Hurry hurry a drop don’t spill

§

Ticking clock

Tick tock

Enough time?

Enough time for rhyme?

§

Hurry hurry for the kids are crying

Hurry hurry for their mother’s dying

§

So little time

No time to rhyme

Hurry hurry stop the clock

Hurry hurry for there’s a knock

§

Quick clock

Tickety tock

Where’s the time?

For you to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry the ambulance is here

Hurry hurry for it’s all too clear

§

Not enough time

Enough time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry they’re at the gate

Hurry hurry before it’s too late

§

Ticking clock

Tickety tock

What’s the time?

Time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry the kids are fraught

Hurry hurry the kids are distraught

§

Ran out of time

No time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry prepare for the service

Hurry hurry the choir are nervous

§

Click clock

Tickety tock

What’s the time?

Time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry for the vicar’s running late

Hurry hurry for there’s embers in the grate

§

And about time

Enough time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry put the body in the ground

Hurry hurry life goes around and around

§

Ticking clock

Tickety tock

Where is the time?

Is there enough to rhyme?

§

Hurry hurry attending the wake

Hurry hurry give the kids a shake

§

That’s about time

Enough time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry answer the phone

Hurry hurry put the kids in a home

§

Click clock

Tickety tock

What’s the time?

Time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry for it’s time for their bed

Hurry hurry but nothing’s said

§

Short of time

No time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry the orphans are crying

Hurry hurry they remember her dying.

§

Ticking clock

Tickety tock

Who’s stolen their time?

No time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry as the world spins around

Hurry hurry for they’re making no sound

§

Stopping time

No time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry for the orphans won’t wake

Hurry hurry for heaven’s sake

§

Click clock

Tickety tock

What is the time?

No time for a rhyme

§

Hurry hurry before it’s too late

Hurry hurry at heaven’s gate

§

No more time

As if to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry empty their tummy

Hurry hurry their missing their mummy

§

Ticking clock

Tickety tock

What’s the time?

Enough time to rhyme

§

Hurry hurry as they’re beyond heaven’s gate

Hurry hurry for now it’s too late

§

They Ran out of time

No time to rhyme

§

Hurry Hurry for time waits for none

Hurry hurry not even the young.

§

Written from the heart

© SR Clarke X

 
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Posted by on September 21, 2013 in Poetry

 

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But for the whispering voices, but for their whispering choices…

Dear Friends,

While stretching my craft, I thought I’d step into character; a schizophrenic in Victorian England.

The experience has been enlightening, if a little disturbing, but above all enjoyable, but that’s literacy…

Therefore, a piece of pure fiction – really?  Oh, I’ll let you decide…

Steve

Twas the voices in my head – No, not I but them, they and me

mental-illness-pyschosis

The voices are in my head
Pic Courtesy: /healthculturesociety.wikispaces.com

Twas I a lonely lad

Without a friend – sad

But for the whispering voices

But for their whispering choices

§

They whispered steal cash

They whispered rip and dash

Twas the voices in my head you see

Their voices in my bed – not me

§

Together we’re a serial killer

Together we’re a real thriller

But twas not me, I cry

Twas my friends, not I

§

I recall the day they were born

While I lied, blamed and scorn

The demise of my loved one

Beneath the rising sun

§

For as I plead through time

Plead with you through rhyme

“Please don’t let them out,” I shout

For their thought’s be their’s not mine

§

May get better my Mother did say

May get better my Father did pray

But as their voices scream out – I sigh

But why can’t you hear them? – I cry

§

Tis the voices of the faithful dead

Ravaging, raging through my head

We’ve committed many a murder you see

No! Not I; but them, they and me

§

As I awaken beneath the rising sun

Torn flesh, bloody mess and an empty gun

I scream at the voices in my head and cry

Oh dear God, what have we done?

Oh dear God, why oh why oh why?

§

Please father forgive our sin

For I truly loved my next of kin

For they committed the murder you see

No! Not I, but them, they and me

§

For as I plead through time

Plead with you through rhyme

“Please don’t let them out,” I shout

For their thought’s be their’s not mine

§

For as they lied and plotted; I did rue

For I tried to stop, left you many a clue

For I just wanted them caught

Because I was so very distraught

§

For twas I wanted you to catch

While bodies burnt wit a match

I feared the faithful raging undead

Feared the unfaithful rage in my head

§

And as they made me bludgeon

Spilt blood with his own truncheon

You must lock us away I did say

Within your deepest, darkest dungeon

§

For twas not I, but them, they and me

For twas not I, but together you must see

That we’ve been one bloody serial killer

That we’ve been a real dirty evil thriller

§

For as I plead through time

Plead with you through rhyme

“Please don’t let them out,” I shout

For their thought’s be their’s not mine

§

And finally you found my new clue

Thankfully as our penance so long overdue

And so now we’re all wrapped up tight

I lay here mourning from noon till night

§

Lay like tied infants in a cot

Lay awake as more evil do they plot

The voices of the faithful dead

Raging, nagging through my head

§

And as I lay awake that night

While others scream and fright

I listen till the early morn

Of other voices of the scorn

§

“For tis time to leave nay,”

Two men in white coats say

With their bloodied, torn seams

Dragged beyond other’s dry throats

From a night of such awful screams

§

For as I plead through time

Plead with you through rhyme

“Please don’t let them out,” I shout

For their thought’s be their’s not mine

§

As we walk beyond the stench

Of the awful grizzling Wench

“Stand there,” He doth say,

“For no last rites you deserve

As no souls did you preserve”

§

With no time left to pray

I hear a rasp, then a gasp

And with no slack, a crack

§

For the voices I knew would stay

Were it not now for today

As our heavy body does sway

And my mind drifts away

§

Father tucks me in and doth pray

And my Mother’s soft voice does say,

“My dear your only real friends

Are those whom Jesus sends.”

§

For I now know, heart aglow

As they scream and I do sigh

That today is the day

The day that we will die.

© SR Clarke X

 
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Posted by on September 8, 2013 in Poetry

 

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

Dear Friends,

A good friend left a message on the answer phone at work, “Ring me!” I did and after the usual chatter he blurted it out, “I’ve got cancer…I wanted to tell you before you heard it on the grapevine.”

Before I could open my mouth he said, “It’s inoperable, but I’m fine – I’m starting treatment tomorrow.” Well I spent the next ten minutes in a bit of a blur – empathising, sympathising – in shock. When he hung up I couldn’t believe what he’d told me and as I told another friend, I had to question myself; have I made a terrible mistake?

I remember one of our ‘lunches’. I’d not seen him for weeks, he’d been unwell after the chemo – not able to keep his food down, not taking visitors, and boy did he look thin. Of course I didn’t tell him that – instead I said a little white lie, “You’re looking well – how are you feeling? How’s the treatment going?” – I could picture the ward – the lovely caring nurses the bright colours, the sunlight – I’d spent an hour or so with him, during his previous treatment, as the drip flooded his system with chemicals to fight the cancer – but the side effects weakened him.

I remember smiling sweetly at the others on the ward – gripping their partner’s hands while the wonderful nurses replenished the clear bags of the wonder drug.  I wanted to say something, but instead I could only smile – they smiled back.

He arrived at the cafe, for lunch, with a new hat – he didn’t wear hats, but this one was quite stylish – covered his embarrassment; he quickly made excuses, hiding the truth – but we both knew…

He interrupted before I could ask, “And how are you, how’s work?” He said totally selfless, a shadow of his former self.

The waitress delivered a tray; two pints of our usual – ‘Peroni’. He snapped, quite out of character, “Can’t stand the taste anymore…Sorry mate, you’ll have to drink mine – can I have a coffee please…”

And that’s when I realised…

Sadly, I had to say goodbye to my buddy – as he lost his battle with stomach cancer. He was so brave, fought it to the bitter end – never made a fuss.

I’ve been inspired to write this rhyme (to be read as a rap)  – pass it on to your friends and family hopefully it may help to further raise awareness.  Remember;

cancer-research-ad_0

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

We ain’t afraid to say ya name

Cansa

And certainly not hold our heads in shame

Cansa

§

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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