Mukumbu Munyasya Poet Lyric

The Stench of Death

THE STENCH OF DEATH,
It started in china, It started in Wuhan, It visited Italy,
It visited the mighty land of the POTUS, It is here and it’s real.
The smell of death is everywhere, I can feel the stench, so sharp,
It never discriminate between the poor and the rich, Everyone is scared about this Corona,
Mother earth is healing herself.


When it visited Italy,
Keeper of Italy issued a quarantine, The Italians thought its holiday time,
See what has happened, death eating them badly, So as I write these, my conscience tells it real.
Let mother Earth heal herself and also let humans live.
Be a brother’s, sister’s keeper, stay clean and you will live!


The Rich are afraid and shaken,
The poor are crying, but all are equal,
This shadow of death, just like a shadow knows no color white and black, The rich and the poor are crying,
Brothers and sisters we need cleansing as much as we need sanitizers,
The most high come down and empower the angels in long white over coats, Let them get the antidote and save us.

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Indiana Shaw May 5, 2020 at 3:57 PM No antidote as of yet, and if we were to get it, is it going to cover the next virus to come, and, the next, and, the next, our Mother Nature can only hope to save the best . . . : / Mukumbu Munyasya June 27, 2020 at 11:05 AM True true true. Mother nature is healing if we stop raping her we the humans. We create viruses, deforestation, pollution everywhere!!!!