The Director General of the WHO, Tedros Adhanom by Sarban Bhattacharya His accent’s weird, his hair is pretty grey, He is too calm to get into a fray. His moustache bears the villainy of the WHO, His pompous mouth suppressed the Wuhan flu. He talked of “global solidarity,” But buttressed China in reality. Three years ago he was elected chief, A crooked tale I shall relate in brief: America and Canada did go For British doctor David Nabarro, While China’s Xi, just like a foul magician Voila! produced this African politician, To regulate the WHO at Xi’s command, And give a speech that’s penned by Xi’s red hand. Besides the Wuhan plague, Tedros concealed Another plague of vast and deadly yield: It was an Ethiopian cholera He shrugged off as a political chimera; For he is friends with China’s Communist Party And therefore feels no need to say he’s sorry. The New Millennium Report: June 2020 by Crise de Abu Wel The worst are full of passionate intensity and hate. The needless killing keeps occurring; it does not abate. Dictators cross the globe with their police-state iron fists, while rioters and looters justify their violence. Crass anarchy and plagues are loosed upon our days and nights, while people’s liberation armies trample human rights. A Beast is rising from the blood-dim, ruddy, flooding tide. O, who can fight against its might? O, who can break its stride? Its worshippers give It authority, approve Its stay, while dark clouds gather overhead. When will they go away?