A stranger has crept in among us, an alien,
It snuck in on us, while we were yet slumbering,
Only awakening us to its devastating blow,
Wishing only “if we had known.”
It rode on the back of the Liberian courier,
Destroying in its wake, its deadly aftermath,
Dreams yet undreamt, plans yet unplanned,
A child yet unborn, a tomorrow never to come.
Taking our wives, our husbands, our children,
Bringing forth orphans of our kith and kin,
Creating martyrs (and partyrs, if you wish),
Stealing the future before it even began.
The debaters debate, or is it deliberate they call it,
As the onslaught continues and candles extinguish,
And they wonder if it’s time, to put chalk back to board
When that is only a call to perish.
A stranger has crept in among us, a thief,
Planting a seed here and there and anywhere,
And as we marvel at the sheer strength of its weaponry,
We wonder where next: hither, thither or neither.