Africa Poem by Chinonye Anyichie

So they came to us preaching, teaching, searching for hidden treasures
Over the gin gingerly we laid down our (s) words
While khaki killed the brief sacks brother man a time embraced
And cakey look took over the cam wood's grace
In glee they worked and gathered
While we, hands on waist, we mocked and laughed
The cruel dawn cutting the foreplay short;
And beneath our weakened feet our land slipping away,
Now angered aghast; Away! Away! we wailed.
With hissing contempt a reply:
Oh overnight our bags we packed, nothing else there innit?
So like the hungry phallus satiated forgets the pacifier
They leave
Leaving the thin withered land hungry and eating itself.