Ebola The Merciless Poem by olufemi DokunBabalola

Ebola, that merciless one
That worm that we cannot see
Bringing nations to her knees
Rendering the mournful fatherless
And the downtrodden motherless
That hidden hand of death
That reaches deep into
The corners of our lives
Afflicting us with the blight of sorrow
Hiding in the cells of man
Rendering defenses of no effect
Breaking vessels like tar-less sand
Leaking blood like swarms from the hive
Like prisoners from the palisades
What may stop this scourge,
This slender creature with the curly head?
What may sway the hand of Ebola,
From this purpose of determined death?
Why must my people faint and die,
In thousands, and not in tens?
The little worm that fears no one
And man is yet to find a cure!
Are we at thy mercy, O Ebola?
Must you leave us decimate?
And will you triumph gleefully?
No, no, a thousand times no!
There will be a will,
And there must follow a way
Our redeemer, he does live
And shall once more stand on earth.


(Abuja, October 2014)