Changing Times Poem by Wafula p'Khisa

if indeed Barrow could stick to his dream
and pull old Jammeh's smelly foot out of Gambia's golden boot
after Goodluck had left Nigeria for Buhari smiling
and Ouattara, Macky Sall and Patrice Talon had unseated powerholics in the West;
indeed times are changing, soon this wind will blow this way
to rouse sleeping giants in our starving states.

the aging Mugabe gonna step out of the arena
to grant his aching bones rest,
and let Tsvangirai enthral Zimbabweans with new song and dance
Museveni and Nkrunziza gonna stop frustrating their nations' dreams
with some awkward dance that's rendered thousands poor, dead or homeless
and let viable seedlings grow, blossom and burst into flowers of joy.

the warring tribes of Congo gonna be sickened by blood and sorrow
and burn their fighting sticks one morning
to foster brotherhood and renewal of their development agenda.

the little Sudan gonna stop destroying itself, for
children to remain and build a home for their dreams
greed rips brothers apart!

then, justice shall be our shield
and our song bear glory and honour
for pride shall reign upon whoever dances to it.