Heal Our Land Poem by Bada Olaitan Tope

*HEAL OUR LAND*

On our knees, plead in tears,
With heavy and grieved heart we tells,
As the dooms in our afflictions fuels,
Corroding the aesthetic of our affairs.

Toyota corolla sport we long to cruise,
Corona virus spots, weakens us with bruise,
Humiliating sapiens, despite gigantic physicians fuse,
Injected the polity with poisons and caress with blues.

Bitterly, we wept in rage,
Beholding the desolate of our heritage,
With agony of heart we gauge,
The debilitating (havoc)nature pays as wage.

Heal us from this plaques' action,
Sailing humanity to extinction,
Fluctuating our existence like convulsion,
Caging our physicians in confusion.

Corona turns our buddy to alien,
As we sacrifice assembly for quarantine,
Intersecting the congregation of Celestine,
Threatens the web of our connectivity routine.

Lord heal our land,
Make our land pestilence free.

© *BADA OLAITAN T. (AWESOME)2020*