Self Inflicted Sorrows Poem by John Sensele

This I proclaim and this I claim
Progress will elude Africa's name
So long as no prudent path we chart
Waste opportunities and procrastinate before we start

Displaying a mature attitude
Towards development and excise the habitude
That draws us backwards
Scrambling for undeserved rewards

Dished out to undeserved folks
Who contribute nothing but tribal talks
In which we reap no value
Dancing aimlessly without a clue

As to the right path to follow
Instead of sinking into hollow
And shallow wells where misdirection
Reigns supreme and we chart no durable direction

To redress our lack of seriousness
As we bask in the illusion of gladness
Till the populace gets fed up
Drinking empty promises from a poisoned cup.