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Mar 2020
Oh, what time to be alive!
To see, to see! The wicked stumble!
The untouchables believed they'd survive,
In the secret place of their bubble;

Now the story is about them,
Premium the access to the world,
Going thither or whither the globe's stem,
Even where they're not called;

While the poor are behind curtains,
Unsure, restless, hoping against uncertainty,
In the darkness, praying against unseen restraints,
Bound by a shared impoverished humanity;

The authorities of heaven,
Have laid the tables even,
Gifted our oppressors a mighty burden,
Occupied from dawn and beyond eleven.
COVID-19 is proving to be some kind of leveller in Nigeria as the high and mighty have been forced to use the same health institutions they failed to upgrade or fix over the years.
From lawmakers to the son of an ex vice president, the virus has got them in pretty bad situation after junketing around the world on taxpayers funds.
We are all in this, the rich or the poor.
Dada Olowo Eyo
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Dada Olowo Eyo  NIGERIA
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