Mbaitoli Poem by Missau Missau

The dusty untarred roads sang praises,
A state government indifferent to the plight of its people
The tall palmtrees stood proud, proud of a rich heritage;
An ancestry alas long forgotten;
In its place now a people void of sense of direction-
Currupted by modernity, no longer there brothers keeper
The palm trees swayed in mockery
The ancestors in revoltion turned in there graves
Sickened at the indiscriminate looting,
Squandering, misappropriation of funds, to fund personal projects
There pockets, private foregin accounts, while there people suffered
Oh! How they suffered
My ancestors your sons have become robbers
Your daughters are now prostitutes
That which you detested dear fathers
The chicken has come home to roost
How do they remain docile?
Indifferent to this daylight robbery
Alas they have sold there birth right
There tongues silenced, accomplices in the looting gallore
In darkness will we remain
In squalor without water to drink;
While the dusty untarred roads sing there praises
Alas a people void of sense of direction