The New Malaria

Foreigner are those days they come roosting
They gone like slowkills and slayed like chickens. They brought in  new Malaria we all now sometimes having.
when slight headache pangs in you see the emoticons
We don't lock lips like old feathers butterflies on roses  buttons.
The appearance is strange not in our fathers lineages. We don't figure out the buses brought him into the betrip.
Hard to creep with fear it all grip.
Remainings days in numbers when she tagged on neighbours a 'dead end'.