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

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