The Plague! Poem by Bolami lawal

A plague is feasting in town,
The dust has settled on its brim
In everyhome and on folks alike;
They rot away without a stench
Oh! poor decaying generation....
Riding on to doom in a flash

A plague is feasting in town,
The dust has settled on its brim
Across the atlantic coast;
Down to the nile of sahara
Oh! poor decaying generation....
A body divided against itself

A plague is feasting in town,
The dust has settled on it brim
The height of evil;
Inflicted with such beastly sensation
Oh! poor decaying generation....
Raising arms against humanity

A plague is feasting in town,
The dust has settled on its brim
An anathema, so fierce, too strong;
Faith, enmeshed in rigid fanatism
Oh! poor decaying generation....
Do not hope for a fair acquittal