The Plague: A Poem by Uchenna Ekwerenmadu

The Plague (HIV/ AIDS)

Since we’ve not found the blade
That’s fit to shave its giant logs
It steals into our kingdom
Hiding like weed amongst wheat
And sniping at our soldiers
Unbarring our gates to guests
And driving us mad with cares
Turning us into monsters
To frighten our kith and kin.

It owns a million plaques
Each piece a prize for a thousand soul
That’s fallen by its sword.

– Uchenna Ekwerenmadu

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Written by Uchenna Ekwerenmadu


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