Tell Covid 19 That Am Black

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.