The Eleventh Plague Of Egypt Poem by Uche Nwanze

Sweeping through the hinterland and the mangrove swamps like a whirlwind it picks everything in his path.
Rampaging through the rainforest like an endemic barring her fangs on any one she comes across.
Marching through the city gates he subdues blue blood and commoner.In black smoke the beautiful handmaid lies in ruins.
Across the land and seas she manoeuvres
like a mighty pirate ship. He commandeers
the fleeing fleet with captain gagged.
Like lightening and thunder he strikes the village and suburbs those at the breast
and grey in chains of fire.
In the dead of the night with blood
thirsty tongue sucks out life.
Stealing through the harmattan cold with a huge appetite he masticates every green like angry locusts.
Lurking in the dark cutting down to size citizens by the Niger area.
Tearing down the fortress and pulling down tall walls the vixen devours sentry.
A venomous African mamba she strikes her
victims deals a mortal punch than the
ebola.
A Jailer, he Imprisons the hearts of suckling and elderly. Fools, great minds
all fall for her charm.
Like an Emperor invincible
and impregnable. He plants fear and doubts in hearts. Helpless and hopeless, resigned to an abyss of defeat. No one dares strikes his Achilles heel.