Yet, Die Poem by Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu

Yet, Die

All the vaccines
Are graded from
First to third
First, most superior
For our rulers
Second the least superior
For health officials
And third the inferior
For us, the masses
That they may live
And we to die!

It is so of polio
And then, of malaria
And then, of Yellow fever
And of many others
And now of Coronaviruse.

None matter, but them

Yet, a little rain fall
Cold could kill their children
But our children bounce healthier
A little stress, they die
Yet we live with hospital bed
Their women give birth
With their stomach opened
Ours can sleep and give birth
Ours can be cooking and give birth
No stress, no pain, no death.

They make the rules
We keep the rules
Yet they break the rules.
They have it all
Yet they die
They sick more than us
What wouldn't kill us
Kill them
Yet, they continue
Yet they cheat on us
Yet we live
While the die.

-Rabbi, Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu