(Dedicated to everyone plaguing by Covid-19)
Moments ago we sang the song of eulogy flood in melody,
And just about now our throats have dried litotes,
We have called the god of thunder a lie,
And the divination a fake, for so long, long a time,
Only to find ourselves licking our spit right now,
Just like the play of the innocent children we beckoned it.
A famine is looming from the Middle-East
And gaining its ember right from the powerful West,
With its message to conquer taken by the North,
And it seems the East are not expunged from its sinister.
And the earth is convulsing at its prime,
For the plague is torrenting like an inferno,
Tormenting the bourgeois, tailing the Pilates,
Reaping the vicars off and cankerworming the poor,
And for the first time we are forced to take the plague serious.
Even though if this has the hand of human,
We cannot wash off the blink of supernatural,
Even though if this is orchestrated,
We dare not challenge the wit of the owner of man,
We had been tamed, we have been calculated and, now we are being crushed right under our nose.
Right under our nose is the plagues grooming
And glowing like a booming mango trees,
Leaving us burning even till when a super among the supers looked up in tears and voiced hard,
To say we are sorry for the menace we have caused,
To say we are no more man,
To say in a mockery momentum that we are dead
To say all hopes have been raped, banished and lost.
All hopes are lost, we are deeply lost of hopes,
Our egos are dead and munched up in mud,
Our laughing jaws are broken apart
As our moment becomes blurred by the day,
And like a lust sun we have come luring the Lord,
But we have been brought back by His bite.
And all and the only we could say is that we are sorry,
So sorry as we have no more hopes,
Only to come back and say we are seriously BACK,
The only thing we yearned is just to be safe and stay.
By Hammed Adeniyi Rilwan, Esq