Son Of Wuhan Poem by James Osizimetor Inobemhe

The streets are empty
Everyone is locked up
The birds are gone from our city
No one will dare speak up

But it was the normal flu
Usually passed from one to two
Just the normal flu
And you're back to you

You never hurt anyone but
You wiped a street
You were not a traveler but
You are everywhere indeed

For the first time our markets are silent
And graves are booming
The healers are scrambling
Fear fuels our President
Oh Corona son of Wuhan
Why are you so angry with man