one of rhythmicmes' very first poems posted here at the Pub.

Ebola strikes money

You walk outta the house and see the world, behold

Slums, ditches, garbage and poverty, its angled, flows

To the negative but Shakespeare never let it unfold

Everywhere ebola and HIV are catching hold

Even though the rich rolls on royce he catches cold

2 days later symptoms gets bold

He's no longer in control

The doctors take him to ICU, and the truth is told

Even the rich has a hole, this is the price for which he's sold

The poor are as it is outsold

Least the rich enjoyed English Olde

The poor is like a dead marigold

His world is filled with loopholes

He dies with a blindfold

Such a contrast between the rich and poor soul

But both die of same disease though money plays a role.

The mistake is considering rich is superior who controls

The poor's money, then lo and behold

Find a Mercedes painted in gold

And the disease drops his foothold

Now tell me what position when disease catches both hold?

A/NEnglish Olde 800 is a Canadian Drink.

This poetry is analytical.

This is what I observe. When a disease like ebola hits the rich or poor, both die, Though the rich uses all his powers. Now even after such a gap why isnt rich beating ebola or HIV?

That's what is elucidated.