NORTHERN SEIZURES

Almost every door is plagued,
We raise them like flowers
Their brain had been choked
Children sat as though petrified
Eyes are virtually closed
They said it is a child disease
Wandering, they wandered as robots under control
Some fell into water, others fell into fire
Mothers weep and wails within
Helplessly they travail waiting for a miracle
Death had always come suddenly,
Is it spiritual or yet another physical one they implored
Know-it-all said it is an epileptic syndrome
Indeed a plague had fallen the land they affirmed.