The Fight

The call rings in their heads, a call to cause pain
They try to block it out but fail
They have no chance to stay sane
Their minds are already condemned by what they ail

The brave ones fight, not caring the endangerment,
Though the fight is perilous and tough,
Some possess the strength to have reached achievement
Though those few are diamonds in the rough

The incurable rest, I fear, do not fair as well
They lie in wait, prowl, and torture their prey
The fighters strive to find where they dwell
They alone hold their own and these demons at bay

The fighters slay the diseased to save more
For the cause of saving the Earth from those weak at heart
The bloody sacrifices made in this horrible war
Every one brings us a step closer to the cure. Each doing their part

These soldiers are Earth’s only hope
The only way to make it whole once again
This way, with this infection, we can learn to cope
They stride headlong into those lost souls’ den

And so I give praise, as it is rightfully deserved,
To those who oppose, who battle and serve.