Tony Adah

The Journey Not Made. - Poem by Tony Adah

A vexed gentleman
Ungentle made his way
Destination Cross River
It was to be.
Ladden with the venom of death
Shrouded in a
Cloud of uncertainty
And right from the abyss of hell
A sinister visitor of yesterday
Landed in Lagos.
Heinous in his ways
And hard in his heart
Beaming with the courage
Of life but half dead in his heart
He came spreading the
Devilish contagion of ebola river
The world's sourvinir
From Congo through Liberia
To my country?
He shattered the hope
Of my country men
And they shiver
At the mention of the word
Still Tinapa
In its profuse and delightful
Ambience waited in vain
To receive this gruesome visitor
With his chilly hands of death.

Topic(s) of this poem: Death

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 8, 2014

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