The Claws Of Ebola Poem by kemurl fofanah

Countless thoughts is engulfing our senses
We don't know what to think nor how to build our defences
Brothers and sisters are dying like disowned flies
With blood rooting from their veins out of their mouth and eyes
Ooo no, their stomach holds food no more
Their fleshes are burning from their bones core
Dear God, are you angry with us?
This Ebola disease kills like a brutish force
Massacring souls as if they had wronged it before
Ooo no, it throws an infant on the floor
Killing her slowly with Brute fist while her mother watches helplessly
Few days later, father watches as the mother sleep into eternity
So the trends goes, till that family vanish into the open air
This stories are beating us with despair
We know not who to trust
Where to mingled or where to spend our friendly lust
Country workers all clad up in gloves as if in an operation room
But is that enough, when death always loom?
Dear God, help us beat this bloody disease
Surely, you said, after every hardship comes ease