‘He is here,
He has reached us,’ I shout,
‘Hide your children and babies,
Here Death, come on boy,’ I say,
Misusing him like my dog,
‘You’re dirty and conjuring, vile and strong, come here Death, come
on boy.’
He stares at me scared and confused,
‘You’re flea-ridden and infested, here death, come on boy.’
He runs through the streets, knocking on doors, no one lets him in,
‘Here Death, come on boy, we’re stronger than you so here Death,
come on boy.’
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