A Visitor Poem by Husna Chikwela

At now in the world,
We have got cold,
Gift given with our God.

In how apears our body,
You can not speak word,
You cover without being told.

You could like to hold,
But your own finger betrayed,
And went by being forced.

Alot of people are suffering,
Live at home while couphing,
Staying at home while wondering.

Time of inspects to round,
Animals you can not find,
But people will just soround.

Hot things are sold,
Even humanbody they old,
Hating God within the road.

Going in bathroom without mood,
Getting shower while speaking loud,
Moving inside while not proud.

You eat alot of food,
Jackets and brankets are fold,
In fire people become boild.

Season use alot of bujet,
Money should be in pocket,
No time for playing clicket.

Season of people to sleep,
It has alot shortcall treap,
Because of holding a cup.