Plague of our time

By Atok Dan

Our plague, our curse of time

When we talk of it, it fails us most

dubbed in reddish appearance,

it glows with wild wind on our land,

its wings and claws are as hard as cuticle

 on the back of an ancient tortoise under the sea

the plague of our time

Its sharp teeth penetrate flesh like lightning

the plague has shaken our foundation,

rifted our wings of happiness,

corroded our bank reserve

our padlock suffers from its hard blows

peripheries of our nation had never imagined,

the dreadfulness of the plague that renders our yellow star blurred

The two tribes of the nation vow no more patriotism,

the poor and the rich that form our national dichotomy

all are plagued by the abysmal

neither the poor nor the rich secure endowments of our land

all have gone in greed

the plague of our time is the beast of the modern era

pillars of the national foundation became flimsy

we are bound with no bonds of a durable house that can withstand storms

plagued in no time of history,

not even years have gone by to warrant such a mess

In only a calendar,

 our blood is riddled with caffeine,

 a misdeed of failed states