THE DEADLY HUNTER
In town was a flea,
a deadly hunter of lives.
Leaving the tiny bushes,
in other to graduate to other levels.
It sought for the streets,
to explore another kind of life.
A gradual killer it was,
injecting every of its found preys.
The streets were pretty much unwise to have noticed
his tricks and they aided his planned missions.
It had then succeeded on some who loved
and couldn't do without the five minutes uncovered.
Promoted itself to a level of transplantation.
Now the deadly hunter has being found to be a virus.
There came a horrified exclamation of disgusts,
not to do something is to be crippled fast.
It had become a saga
after filling their sacks and glands with poisons.
Copyright © Peter Akinjute | Year Posted 2007
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