Ebola Poem by Ivan Brooks Sr

Ebola, did we invite you
to this sweet land of liberty?
Why do you have to torment us?
You represent fear and deaths
Yet you further infuse poverty.
Oh how heartless, you faceless ish!
Now that I have your attention,
The world at large knows you!
Now that it knows your intention,
Sooner or later, it will handle you.
Sooner or later, you're gonna go.
Ebola, let my people go!

Ebola, how many times have I called you?
This I'll tell you no more, this is LIB,
It's Our one sweet land of liberty
That will always be under God's authority
Though new her name, resilient her people,
Abundance of green her mighty name
Though new your name, deadly your touch
Abundance of bodies is your only game
Ebola, let my people go!