We shall sell our cows today

There's something strange that has grown,
In Maria's beautiful breasts.
We have auctioned everything we own,
To take her to the hospital for a test.
We've been forced to move from town,
With pangs of pains in her chest.
Her hair has fallen by now,
The reason she's hiding from guests...

There's something strange itching,
In Maria's ripen beasts.
I can tell from how she's twitching,
And coughing without a rest.
Now she's vomiting and shivering,
And loosing her wonderful weight.
If she won't fly to India,
She will die in pain like Lydia.

We have sold our land today,
For the hospital bills to be paid.
We shall sell our cows today,
And stick by Maria on her bed.
We shall sleep hungry today,
Even though we are more than afraid.
Maria, do anything, but please don't be dead....