An Unknown Messiah.
Authored by Bloom Patrick, Nigeria.
While we waited for the well known Messiah to come,
An unknown messiah filled our hearts, our homes, our havens.
Like a joke, we made jest of the stranger,
With no thoughts of harm from him.
But bites after bits, his mouth
Moved from our hands to the arms.
This was funny, wasn’t it?
For some, our August visitor was a hell bound tenant,
While others emptied their thoughts of his reality,
“He must be a heavenly specimen”,
Perhaps this was just a teacher,
It actually came to teach us little lessons.
More mouth(small) feed on little bread, having little or no penny
Big mouths from outside world
Ran back to their local world
With the unknown messiah escorting ’em.
While we waited,
The August visitor had made a home in our absence.
Rendering the big mouths powerless,
Seizing their essence;
Their precious breaths.
Little did they know
A day will come
they’ll be forced
To pin their bodies all in their places for aids.
Perhaps they would’ve salvage our infirmary
Empower our medical soldiers.
Now, silent noise fills our world,
Hope turns a luxury, perhaps a dry tree.
Fear becomes a commoner’s daily delicacy,
Ripping souls now a
Decent sky to thrive under.
Our abode is silently noisy
Our hearts rest in despair,
Isolation, our only choice,
Our only knives in this fight.
But through this trails, we brew a light,
Finding another messiah in science.
By Bloom🌹 Patrick.