The Invisible Enemy Poem by Uche Nwanze

Stealthily stealing from Mother Earth.
She strikes fear, brave hearts perspire.
Catching souls in her clutches of death.
Sweeping through the terrestrial plane, an avalanche of sorrow.
The enemy at our gates, without borders, her tentacles spread.
The enemy, friend to no one, allegiance not to any nation.
The enemy, loyalty to nobody.
The enemy, speaks no language, the language of pain and death.
This enemy, harbinger with a rich harvest ofdeath.
Lurking lazily in the dark, lethal darts in her quiver.
Turned giants to dwarfs, powerless the mighty from their thrones.
Opulent can't buy their way out.
Genius clueless, answers sparingly seen.
The senile, children they have become, weeping weeing in their pants.
Indigent, helpless and hungry.
Bullets and missiles, can't stand in his path.
Clarion call, citizens hearken to my cry.
Alliance, united to win this battle.
Rivers to cross, mountains to climb.
The mask our shield, hope our sword of victory.
Social distance, our gauntlet.
Hand washing, the Calvary's armour.
Medley of despondent voices. We may retreat, never capitulate.
We Soldier on, songs of victory draws nigh.
We stay alive, the night be long, the sun shows her face again.



© *UCHE NWANZE*
23: 04: 2020