Don't Entrench Africa In A Shame Shower Poem by John Sensele

Africa, a prolific production line of refugees
A bastion of inequality and calamity
A continent with a penchant for defaced effigies
Reminiscent of indignity and enmity

Nelson Mandela shakes in his grave
Madiba's legacy and sacrifice desecrated
In a thuggery that metamorphose the poor into a slave
Eking out a perilous living, landless, penniless, poorly rated

In plutocracies with scanty respect for democracy
Shouted in loud rhetoric with stunted children
Sewers soaring in ghettos while Africa autocracy
Plunders resources, pretending they care for barren brethren

Whose stomachs groan and yawn, famished
While corridors of power splurge
National cakes, harassing, torturing the vanquished
In the new millennium, pandering to the urge

To play God
Distorting the law, bending the system
Imposing on the populace, a cult of demigod
While Africa's children bleed, pleading at the bottom of a pyramid ecosystem

Praying for God to save Africa from her heresy
Sunk deep into her musketry
Weeping in unmarked graves, cursing the political Pharisee
Who turns a blind eye to poverty, cosseting idle idolatry

In case a juggernaut junta, fed up with deluges of democratic disorder
Should strip tyrants of instruments of power
In a bid to restore democracy, sanity and order
But succeeding only in plunging Africa into a shame shower.