Corona Your Death Is Near!

By Williams Emmanuel

Like a chip of the old block,
So unreasonable and foolish,
Void of knowledge and wisdom,
You surely be.

Why can’t you learn lessons?
From your father’s death,
That ruthless ebola,
That once sojourned to Africa.

You really don’t like your life,
As you are transgressing,
Against us the blacks,
For your days are numbered.

Have you forgotten so quickly,
Of ebola and of Lassa,
That are in the grave,
For ravaging Africans.

Please my brother,
Leave us the Africans,
And go tent in the forest,
Where thou belong.

Go tell your master,
You really love your life,
As in our dark region,
You shall cease to breath.

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