The dreadful scourge of leprosy
no introduction necessary,
blows clouds of poison gas
a warning to us all, do keep away.
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The apple is always judged by the tree it came from, and if that tree continues to produce bad fruit, it is cut down. The only problem is that it sometimes produces a good fruit as well, and the good fruit is always the one to pay the price for the bad one. Sad poem.
This little poem carries a real sting, Herbert. The poor apple, much maligned throughout history is indeed a lot like leprosy. Warnings about far-reaching associations seldom are heeded. I just read Molokai, a wonderful novel about what leprosy did to a young girl sent to that island at the beginning of the twentieth century. Your poem followed it quite well. Raynette