Monday, October 13, 2014

Ebola #EbolaPoem #Poetry #Poem


We are in a blind spot; we like to see across the veil. It seems like we are scrying for answers, but the sign is pointing nowhere. We sigh with magnitude of clueless. We all questioning… is pestilence at large? Halas! The puzzle remains broken on the board, while somewhere in Liberia is wiping off the map and the US nation is mourning by anxiety. Again… questions are flying like snow falling from a daunted sky. Considering “Bat soup” has been serving for ages in Liberia, which classifies Ebola as the convicted killer? Why now the incubation period is on the rise? Like an orchestrated pestilence, with no mercy on the human organs and tissues- that is killing by many. What will be the verdict eventually? How can we see from a bigger picture?
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