This is the disease of sweat and tears,
a road of pain it steers.
In and out like a roaring fire,
can you hear the church choir?
Lives hanging simply by a thread,
lying here, on a death bed.
You can feel yourself burn and ache,
No doctor will admit their mistake.
Loved ones are lost right and left,
Others left shaken by an untimely death.
Their hope was lost,
until a blessing came, frost.
Raging fevers went cool,
robbed the fire of its fuel.
It’s a natural cause can not be control.
Answer:
B. epic
Explanation:
It is a extremely long poem, i.e. an epic, written in blank verse.
It would give the mother and father depression, causing them to be too sad for work. They’d cry on their papers and probably refuse to do them. Then they’d get fired, and would’nt get a payment. Without money, they can’t pay taxes or bills, so they get kicked out of their apartment or home. Then they’d become homeless, and an aunt, uncle, or grandparent would have to take care of them and let them live with them, but handling people with depression would be too difficult, causing the relatives to overwork, not getting enough sleep.
