Laboratory Hobbies Poem by Aziz Baako

Laboratory babies are the hobbies
Of The mad scientist.
I hear their strategies
Work well
In the course of years
For the pharmaceutical industries.

It is a kind of hell
When the media report the ailing
Of the African child wailing
With these infections.

My reflections
Of these scenery reminded
Me of an infested
Family who were questioning
Me what H1N1 was.

I told them it is a game to defame
Us. Whiles I was talking
The TV had HIV patients
Flashing on the screen
And with patience
I was explaining
To the family that

They are Laboratory Babies,
A scientific hobby
Of creating a virus
And recreating an anti virus.

Akos got so alarmed.
H1N1!
Mma struggled to get closer.
With Her shaky
Wrinkled hand
But not shaky
Enough to miss
A grip on the wall.

O mu si dien?

The Laboratory Babies
Are Scientific Hobbies,
Experimenting with
The lives of men
In the third world
With viruses
And anti viruses

The people on the screen
Continue covering and
Masking faces to safety?
Death is an obvious journey
And sincerely
It so plain that humanity
Will be a history soon.

I am a brave man,
But fear stabbed
The core of my spirit.
I am terrified we will
Not be able to realize it when
It intrudes into our part
Of the world in Africa.

H1N1?
What could this be?
Is it another Laboratory baby
Or another Scientific Hobby
Of creating viruses
And anti viruses
For the benefit
Of pharmaceutical
Industries?

Akos and Grand Ma began
Thinking deep
About the bleak
Future of the world
If scientist are creating
Viruses and anti viruses.