When we think of Africa,
We think of regal Lions,
Of Wilderbeest
Sweeping across the plains,
Of Table Top mountains
Of summer rains.
But now
It is a virus
That sweeps the land,
Ebola
Reaches out,
With a deathly hand.
Hospitals, few,
Where the Angels die too.
Drug Companies smile,
They can wait
For a while,
Vaults they will fill
For the price of a pill.
In Dubai,
Sheiks, and Oil Barons
Curse their luck
In air conditioned casinos.
On Capitol Hill,
Congress debates
The ever increasing cost
Of bombs.
In London,
Politicians squabble
Over expenses, and salaries,
In safety.
It seems to me
That the popular song
Armageddon
May soon top the charts.
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Owain Glyn
