Africa, My Africa

                                                

Unto what shall I liken you?

I shall liken you unto a man

Who found treasure in his own field

But ran off

And sold his field

For a paltry sum

For want of quick gain

Endowed

With resources

Yet no refineries

Next you queue at the embassy

Seeking greener pasture

But the grass looks greener at the other side

Because you have failed to water your own lawns

Your harvest is shrimp

Because you sowed sparingly