Healers Poem by SylvaOnyema (SUPER.T) Ubah

Soon the fever
Will start spreading
Like a communicable disease
In the air

Are they sick?
They do not have healers
Healers! no, no healers
For over five decades
They still seem sick

Who will heal them?
Of this debilitating sickness
They stand on the poll
Like beggars
Sugar-coated sweet tongues
Asking for our finger prints

Finger prints?
Hey! they don't need our finger prints
They are preachers of deceit
Pastors without bibles
Boxes shall overflow that day
With finger prints.
They do not have healers
Healers? no, no healers!