I Am Ebola Poem by Pius Didier

I am whom I am
My roots deep like a yam
Every new day in exuberance
Every moment is a good chance
Every old night is a terrific encounter
That entails of my conspicuous approach
The cheer and jeer of the dynasty
Afraid of my cannibalistic exorbitance
For I am the unmanly bitch
Shhhhh! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Listen to that old chap

     'E'bla! You vile witch
      E'bla! You the most cursed
      E'bla! You lack consciousness
      E'bla! You've demented me
      E'bla! You threatening tragedy
      E'bla! Bring back my big ones
      E'blaaaa! Ooh! Its disgusting
      Return me my departed niece
I'm on my knees'

Ouch! Your yowl so touching
But you have turned me a melioration
Haven't I gained a negative connotation,
In the entire country
tomorrow will be a new day
An hour before midday
Immediately you illuminate the room
Remember to turn on the button
I'll be the breaking Ebola
Not the frustrating 'E'bla'
For I'm the biggest ailment
That cracks the bare land
And erodes the entire interest
I'll be back with a thud
To evade and terrorise the quarantine
For I am whom I am