My Real Story, In A Poem
I never thought
I would suffer from cancer
The metastatic prostate gland
I still cannot decide that
It is natural or human-made
Since everything is possible
In the medical-criminal world
How it happened, in Western society;
Civilized urologists ignored it deliberately
From 2016 to 2017,
Telling that nothing was wrong
Whereas, I was suffering from
Bleeding, burning, and pain
During urinating
I begged urologists for a wide-scale checkup
With MRI scan and other new technologies
But urologists stayed rejecting;
Whereas I was paying insurance for that
Consequently, at the beginning of 2017
The diagnosis became a time bomb that
I had metastatic prostate gland cancer,
Which was not curable,
They listed me on the death list,
Treating for longer life expectancy
However, they tell not the truth
And stay suspicious
It confuses me and creates gravely fear
Since then
I am bearing terrible side effects
Factually, I became victimized twice
By criminals, Intelligence Agencies
And underground-mafias,
Which I am unable to trace, alone
In this regard, I approached Western Media,
Ministries, police, courts Euro Union
Unfortunately, none of those responded
Even my motherland media cruelly ignored
It seems as I am in the grip of the demon
And The Prisoner Of The Hague
Everyone has left me alone in pain,
Stress, fear, depression
Even my children don't care
And realize my tears
Where resides sympathy, empathy,
And humanity?
I feel death before death
It is a silent cruelty
Ah, where should I ask and beg
For justice, help, and investigation
That civilized world should know
An innocent is under victimized
I believe God will help and protect
And someone from somewhere
Appear to hold my hands
To eliminate all criminals and demons
My cancer will be curable
With a longer life expectancy, in some ways
Amen, O, merciful God amen.
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Submitted on July 25, 2020
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