Yonder, fleshpots and creature comforts
Lies love, lofty life, living lads
Nimble norms, formal forts
Wives, widows, orphans whose pads
Bereft of beds, bread, butter
Staple seasoning, sumptuous samp
Boiled brisket, battered bans, burnt buns as a matter
Of neglect by a carousing camp
That worries about whims
To grow potbellies with a notorious neck
Who fattens and tames teams
Of kleptomaniacs and plutocrats who take
Voters for granted and reward looters
Who plunder national coffers to buy mansions
In Switzerland, the Bahamas and scooters
Which they flaunt to the detriment of impoverished African nations.
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Voters for granted and reward looters Who plunder national coffers to buy mansions In Switzerland, the Bahamas........... Bravely painted true picture of the ugly side of the story behind Africa. Thanks for sharing the sensational poem.