A Message To The Anopheles Poem by Ajala Samuel Akindele

Saucy ancient goofball,
Why thus thou alarm
My credible dream of all
Nations pride, height and charm.

Contemplating less brain free,
Can't you just think for once?
Breezing less fade bite
On my faithful skin.

Leave my bed and feed the dead,
Am I the only pious being you saw?
Go to the affluent bite spread
Them the fair zeal of plough.

Have I only a stature lean,
Can't obtain what doth good
Imperilled impediment thou decline
Be cautious and leave me, not your food.