I once heard my father
Telling a visitor
That this time yesterday
I’ve slept.
It wasn’t a respect slapping
The guest,
He was just telling him
It’s time to go home.
Dear Corona,
In as much
We’ve appreciated your visit
It’s time you leave us.
I know places like Hiroshima and Yugosaki
A city where the curse
Of Einstein has never been raised.
Maybe your visit there
Might be a blessing to their famine.
Please we beg
Let our vegetables grow into happiness,
Let our anguish continue to smile
In the face of hunger.
We know we’ve not been living up
To heaven’s standards,
But we’re in tomorrow’s mind
And you’re making the future not
Seems to come.
If at all we must mourn
It should be the death of a
Premature myopic government.
Many elephant has fallen to you,
Clearly seen by your eagle eyes
Many infants are crying
Loudly heard by your donkey ears
But how long do we have?
Before you bury all dreams
Let your name be a history today
So tomorrow,
You can be a fable.
Dear Corona,
Let your time among men
Come to an end…
Nice one! 💖
But I have criticized and responded to this poem in my new released poem titled: MY RESPONSE AS CORONAVIRUS.
In the response, Mr Corona tells us his reasons for being here and what we should do if he is to leave our vicinity.
You can read now on Tell! 👇
https://www.tell.com.ng/emmanuel-tumise/my-response-as-coronavirus/