Coronavirus Poem
(Ekwensu the Mischief Maker)
A bodiless killer with no limbs
Under cover of night
He sprung into the Leap Year
An avalanche of mischief unleashed.
Some say he came from Wuhan
Others claim from under the sea
Ignored by kings and queens
Merry gatekeepers full of Pangolins.
Ekwensu, the mischievous spirit
You strike when life is sweetest
Who will take you for granted
And live to tell the story?
The wrongs we know not
But a forgotten prophet foretold time ago
‘That the way earthly things are going
Anything might happen now.’
Ekwensu, what do you want?
A River Blood you have drunk
Trillions of dollars drowned
Global Armies emasculated in no time.
(R.C. Njoku, March 27, 2020)