Boils insidious, scathing, hot anger,
The feet stumble onwards, blistered
And the hands toil forwards, scalded,
The ever growing fires which so afflict
And leave within every soul a conflict-
Must be ever resisted as a holy struggle,
Despite the rage and pain of dis-ease,
Even when the fierce blaze of trouble-
Scorches everything with eloquent ease.
J.Bibi
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