WHAT LIES IN THE BEAUTY?

For the Sickle Cell victims all over the world.

Born painlessly of a mother, a child;
So charming and witty;
And resilient towards a future so mild;
Who knows what lies in the beauty?

Certainty, lost in a childhood;
‘cause in the blood the future lies;
Therein symptoms that brood;
Who knows what lies in the beauty?

Who’s the author of her untold fate?
Mother, father, maybe a blend of two;
Clueless answers, wailing too late
Who knows what lies in the beauty?

She strives to attain the heights;
Maintains the goals, so enviable;
E’en in her dark plain, she bears the light;
Who knows what lies in the beauty?

Health falters, illness fades in;
After a while, life progresses;
On and off of a life so thin;
Who knows what lies in the beauty?

An epitome of her kind, battling;
Fighting the enemy in the fluid;
Some’re withering, some’re surviving;
Who knows what lies in the beauty