Poem to Zimbabwe

Hey you, Illness!
Pick a fight with me and be gone!
‘You can’t see me, you can’t touch me,’ says Illness.
I can still fight you.
You may be invisible, impossible to touch, Illness.
But we can still fight you.
We are not afraid,
We’re all in this together,
To fight Illness.

Toby

[social_warfare]

Leave a comment

Do NOT follow this link or you will be banned from the site!