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It’s  voice causes the shiver
its name causes the stagger
tremours boiling
fettle downpouring
Heartbeats panicking
families isolating

Like a turret, it oozes
like a trumpet, it blows
emanating shockwaves
spurring Venom
hissing sparks
scything down humans like grass.

Some say the states gave it light
But Daddy says “Wuhan”, without delight
Basking with the thought
“Does Wuhan Gloat,
is it a calculated attempt to free land
Or Divine justice sent from God’s Hand”?

Cities,laid on Siege
Borders, Borded and armed
Starvation creeping
bereaved weeping
unemployment surging
Media, reeking.

But on the Ocean’s Horizon 
Africa resides
Its citizens, quite in oblivion 
Of the fangs of Poseidon 
For whispers says black is a curse
But i tell you, is the reverse.

Born to toil and forever toil,
That’s our only curse;
Brazen for the Saharan sun,
we Suckle the anopheles 
Drink from potholes 
What then is Covid 19?

Tell Covid 19 that Am black
Wuhan won’t knock on my door 
For Toiling from birth to death,
My body is brazen against It
For am Black,
And am food for the anopheles 

Tell Covid 19 I banter with lions
Feed the fleas 
And though I drink with cows from the gutters
Typhoid fears my face
And though I sleep on the grass,
The cobra bites me not

Tell Covid 19 I endure hell on daily basis
And that it’s but a speck
To that log I carry
That if the world sinks on it
My black Africa would stand
For am black.

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