The Virus
By Linus Abba •
I came out like a thief
Back in the summer of '81
But they took me for granted
And failed to give me the needed recognition
-they allow me to wallow in ignominy.
So I became terribly resented
And in my anger I took a vow
To viciously hit back at them
And make them suffer the pain
Until I am finally exalted
To the throne I rightly belong.
I have no respect for anybody;
I enjoy feasting on the poor
And like breaking the back of the rich
I take delight in the flesh of the young
And love breaking the bones of the old.
And now I am recognised everywhere
People tremble at the mention of my name
Nations quake at the sounds of my feet
As I am finally given the needed respect
Yet I am only but a tiny virus.