Our sickness is our distress
About not being blessed;
But we always have our own pain
To disdain
When we circumstantially complain
About the drain;
We just wane;
There’s the blame.
No more shame.
We have come forth to claim
Our resurrection and our name
We are forthwith sustained.
Now we can eliminate the pain.
It is to our gain.
Do not be entrained
To the blame.
It is all a game.