Dedicated for the souls that help and yearn to help them those affected and the infected.

I am forced to abandon lies
I am tired of sitting on dirty like the flies
I am tired of using euphemisms
I can no longer watch it as it fries.

How I long for the sigh
But for the fast secured ties
My nose and mouth grrrrrh!
How I yearn for the relief.

Around me are moving reeds
Emaciated and depreciated chiefs
Surrounded by wish for seeds
Seeds for hope in all the needs

Skinny and bony, a client moves in
No age and no status not signed in
The vulnerable orphans with the calling frown
Where are the seeds to be sown?

And in all this I am, a pure blight and leech
Praying for the relevant bridge
For I desire to reach and touch
Against my own neediness to accost the scourge.