Malaria Poem by Martins Akhoeneto

Malaria



Malaria struck, malaria crowd
Just beneath the moistly sand
As you go, you left your noisy sound
With sticky eggs on floating strand


You small and ugly lanky prey
Just makes my eyes go pale
How could you hurt my tender play
It kills slowly, the doctor say.

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