The Virus

The Virus

The virus outsmarts
Theory and faith are mystified
Them say, them say…
Nothing is for sure
So many palavers
Pope said it may be climate
A Suleiman said it is Pope
It’s Wuhan lab said Trump
It’s from a bat said WHO
God wants to chide mankind
It’s devil’s work out of spite
The world is going to end
No, it’s a natural phenomenon
Lockdown everywhere, curfew
Budget deficit, economic collapse
Recession, inflation
The poor begs for palliatives
The rich takes stock of piles
Last week we buried Alhaji
Yesterday an Almajiri
Today, it is the Deacon
Tomorrow, who knows…
This life my brother!
Fortune and faith distinguishes
But fate equates all
Hunger or frustration
Isolation or death
Depression or desperation
Vaccine or vacuum
The poor looks austere
The rich hopes for a cure
The virus stirs up Politics
Society withdraws
Waiting to exert itself
Everyone hyped up and agog
Great leaders all speaking
Public spirited men giving
Billions of dollars staked
To fight the virus, not injustice
The rich fear for breath
The poor dare for bread
For now as it is
To share is the shibboleth
Stay safe is the mantra
But when the fight is over
Will there be a change
In the way of the world?
Oh Boris, sorry you had it too
Helo Deji, may you be well
Goodbye dear Mr. Kyari
What will tomorrow bring?
The virus may stay or go
Nothing is sure, except time
Time knows and can tell
If tomorrow light appears
Will the world still walk
With shadows of the past?
Time is the viral test and quarantine
For tomorrow’s survival
Time is the vaccine of a new value
That will become the elixir
To defeat all social viruses!