Poetry

COVID-19 BUSINESS By Adjekpagbon Blessed Mudiaga

Written by Editor

Scatter fear like locust everywhere
Tell them God has died on his throne
And you will reap gains here and there
Or do you like eating the biggest bone?
As a man must dance a dance
Reigning in his time
Like a drunken angel in trance
So are the virus merchants in our clime
As we hear about the monster’s prisoners
Increasing with astronomical progression
Arresting minds of lily-slivered listeners…
Did you see the original Italian emanation?
Oh, yes! They showed him in the moon
As darkness rules our noon…
Don’t ask me why
It wasn’t like Ebola’s guy’s cry…
When owls hoot in the night
Will you see their real victims in day light?
The reigning king is a money spinner
Where government is not a sinner
As God is no longer the head
We must drink all numbers the saints put to bed
For the higher the figures rise
The higher the winning contestant prize.
Mr. Corocoro do you know your end is near?
Come rain or shine, l eats no fear!

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.