Diseases Poem by Mezu Jonathan Okigbo

From the breath of a man,
You were born.
Spread like wildfire,
not in form.
You stay together and cannot be torn
Puts people in hospital beds,
Flashing the color red.
Scares like a monster,
Acts like a wonder.
What can we do?
Laughing at your slaughter,
You devil and destroyer.
The only headline for a generation,
Happy at being an abomination.
You bent a nation like a stick,
Now we are at standstill.
Steals humans at night
Just in the blink of an eye.
What can we do?
Act like you are kind,
But you an evil find.
You say you offer gain,
As you watch people die in pain.
Burst like a balloon,
But you know you are a taboo.