The Plague
Spring annual poetry
The plague
The plague came after the great and small
She had no regards for G5
Money could not answer, this problem.
History will take a new turn.
White people will knee to say e karo
The chinkos will do namasti.
Heal our land, dear God of creation.
Give the globe your mercy.
Olufunbi Ojo
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