CORONA VIRUS, DEATH IN DISGUISE
POEM BY ALICK MUSHEKWA®
©2020
*CORONA VIRUS, DEATH IN DISGUISE!*
Corona you are a murderer the police has never known before
A case the court has never come across.
A stubborn pig a farmer has never reared before.
A demonic baby that an evil mother has never expected to have.
A true definition of the word "DEATH" that the Oxford dictionary has never described before.
A record that a historian has never recoded before.
Dunderhead teachers of science have never come across before,
As it can not understand the language of medicine.
A bad news the journalists have never read before.
A good news the devil has ever anticipated to hear.
You a demon that can instill fear even in the dead
You spread like bush fire, yet you burn without frames
Ashes ain't enough to bear witness of your deadliness.
Claimed grave yards with corpse and a heap of dead bodies lying in the thresholds of hospitals are enough to serve as evidence.
You don't fear anyone, not even the ministry of defence.
Pastor you've drained their senses and prostitutes have been left with no choice
Mothers have cried over their loses and leaving them with no voice.
Doctors have tried, yet many people have died.
It attacks everyone including the medical practitioners
Corona virus has no friend nor relative. It is not familiar like death
It kills without considering the number, or age
Whether young, old, slim or fat with corona you will fit the quarantine cage
Children have died, grand parents have perished, fathers and mothers have also died.
Fools have perished out of their ignorance, but the wise have died in the process of trying to save the world.
The blood of fools is nothing, but water in a swimming pool.
It gives a body a fresh feeling, but yet it can't give life to a dehydrated body.
The blood of the wise is like a river of Bethsaida, it gives life and hope to those that are weak
It gives strength, comfort to a stormed soul and gives peace to the troubled.
It is a blood that saves while it dries out like a candle producing light as it melts down.
Let us not jubilate about our location, corona does not choose whether in the village, or in town
*Corona attacks!*
For as long as you don't wash your hands,
Corona will be your husband!
For as long as you don't avoid touching your face to protect your life,
Corona virus aka covid nineteen Will be your wife..
For as long as you don't avoid touching your nose to prevent the transmission,
Corona will be your television
For as long as you don't avoid visiting affected places,
Corona will be your bestie.
If you don't stay at home, the grave will be your nest.
So stay at home and remain safe to avoid the worst.
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