I know my shoulders are blocked,
I know my arms are giving pains to me,
but I know, too,
my disease is curable,
I shall not go to anyone else,
they are not good friends,
they will cut my hand
and sell out to the traders
of human body parts.
I shall control my disease,
by suitable foods and exercises.
I am sure a day will come,
when I shall be perfectly all right.
I condemn the devil in me
an agent of selfish greedy curers.
The devil with his crocodile tears,
is crying for help,
to the enemy’s of my body.
Ignorant, abnormal and foolish devil,
I shall not allow you anymore,
to lead the affairs of my lovely body,
it’s future of my offshoots,
I shall get rid of you,
you are no more my leader.