THE VIRUS IN CORONA

Like a strange pandemonium,
It swings to ‘n’ fro; to ‘n’ fro,
From Beijing ‘China’ to Rome ‘Italy’.

Like a dancing pendulum,
With a sounding strange volume,
Migrating from there to here very slow,
And timely infecting beings daily,
The virus in Corona looms.

From the disappearing Ebola,
To the quenching Laser.
From unsourceless source,
The talk of the virus in Corona.
Men dying of just a fever,
Yet, unknown to us; the cause.

Ah! Lets again predict,
The next outbreak,
Choose from which; it location,
And precisely state the year.
Like prophets, declare it verdict,
For our next generation sake,
Instructing medics to prepare their vaccine for injection,
So, when it finally comes, it will die off the fears.

Oron virus or Itu virus,
Emanating from it watered seas,
Infecting both the young and old;
An attempt to silence her noised pride.
Etinan virus or Abak Virus,
Evolving from it tattered deeds.
It ravaging effects; untold,
Like the virus from Corona, it won’t hide.

Scripted By: Odudu-God Ekan