War Against Malaria - Poem by Ima Ryma
Weapon of mass destruction be
Borne by mosquitoes world wide spread.
Malaria - the enemy.
Ev'ry few seconds - a child dead.
Nations with the resources could
Ally for the purpose to fight
A war that really could do good,
A war waged true in name of right.
Malaria has lost before,
In nations with the ways and means
To fight disease and win the war,
The world armed with better vaccine.
The mideast wars - trillions spent on.
Billions - malaria be gone.
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