A Plague Poem by Chibueze Oscar Osuji
A Plague
The longhouse partake no more
Victims with anguish and sore,
In-side the tunnel of life
Many who pass ne'er return
Vanish'ng like ashes in urn,
The survivals live to strife.
They live per-hour as their last
To breathe in momentum fast,
'Tis the plague for all mankind
To live in this torment'ng time
For death seedlings to grow prime;
'Tis a plague: Carry in mind.
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