A child sheathed in white

She spreads the word.
It grows like wildfire.

They brush her off,
as just another conspiracy theorist.

She uncovered a truth,
no one wanted people to know.

She had nothing to lose.

The next week,
she lay on a table
sheathed in white before the mourners.

All two of them.
Her doctors.

The disease had overtaken her body.
The one think she lived for was taken away.

The day after,
no one had the chance to care.

They were all gone.

She was right,
they ignored her.

They took her words
as those of an insane child.

That child had the insight no one else could obtain.

But no one listens to the little ones.
They're not supposed to know anything.
Everything is simple for them.

Simplicity, however
is the key to basic understanding.