Malaria Poems - Poems about Malaria

Bp is up Tb is breaking Asthma closes up ? Ebola is exterminating HIV is viral Cancer is cutting Diabete is destroying  Corona is crushing Malaria is messing. People  are crying Hurting Dying daily Here and there. May 06/2023 By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe Mussabwa Chris...

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My mom and dad met in the gut of an insect! As a kid, I was packed in a sac not so perfect; When I am mature, I make myself sure To infect a human when the insect does inject...

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Malaria a shadowless giant masquerading himself As a bird no an insect He is a muchroom without wood Milking and sucking breeze Of human blood Malaria massaging the body And pores of the skin without licence He is a mad man without trace A route without path as people Path through malaria to homes Of no return under the foot of mother earth without a...

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Malaria With it comes an unexplainable headache Expectedly unexpected cold And maximum loss of appetite Malaria The only harmer capable of nailing down even the strongest In its presence, Shivering even under the hottest weather becomes inevitable Oh! Malaria! The balance of the strong and weak Whose war one cannot fight with weapons of mass destruction But with adequate rest, capsules, tablets, and injections Oh malaria! Thank...

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Malaria With it comes an unexplainable headache Expectedly unexpected cold And maximum loss of appetite Malaria The only harmer capable of nailing down even the strongest In its presence, Shivering even under the hottest weather becomes inevitable Oh! Malaria! The balance of the strong and weak Whose war one cannot fight with weapons of mass destruction But with adequate rest, capsules, tablets, and injections Oh malaria! Thank...

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1. Tired and desperate, I walked out of the house and out of poverty! 2. The housefly perches again on the cow dung and back to our food! 3. The sun sets by itself Leaving nothing behind, Not even a shadow. 4. The sun rises this morning Frowning at yesterday and its sins. 5. Birthdays, Boys drink to stupor Beautiful girls hide behind makeups. 6. A green snake Fork-tongued, licking from my tap I, holding a bucket and...

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Lisa my love, I can’t believe you’re dead You only had a slight headache when you went to bed Yet, when I see your lips oozing blood and twisted head With bulging eyes and distorted face I know you’re dead. Were you too proud to let me know You were not well, before you let life go? You suffered horribly in silence...

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