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Viral baby

written by: Maxwell Godwin

 

Roars, hisses, growls, howls,
were in a symphony across
the land of the giants on a moonlit day,
rejoicing at the birth of a viral baby.

Obstetric scientists are his parents,
but who named him Coronavirus,
and the nickname Covid-19?

Alas, he's crushed hearts with his soft hands,
since he became monster sans walking.

Streets are now skeletonising,
while houses are getting fattened
by the presence of their masters.

Flowers weep espying sun turn to rain,
like the mourners mourning the dead,
for the world now is a tomb of chaos,
where angel could be mistaken for Satan.

O, so much misery this birth bore,
because most nations cloths have sprinkles of blood.
But we must be miserable, only to be happy,
If our hearts hug hopeful hopelessness.

Maxwell Godwin

Maxwell Godwin

My name is Maxwell Godwin, an aspiring writer. I am more of a poet now than a novelist though, I envisage myself to become both in no distant time with great excellence. As a Nigerian, most regions in my country like the one I am in, seldom converse with English language, and this has been aborting my efforts to master the language. Due to this fact, I battle in selection of appropriate word choices to express my ideas even when it is authentic. But I try as much as I can to at least bear little perfection in the language, that the native speakers could consider quite good through time-to-time reading of English novels and dictionary. Nothing good comes easy, so my indulgence could be stressful but it's rewarding to some extent.
Maxwell Godwin

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