Africa For Sale
Feel the privatization in its might
A bullet in the African soul-
The sectors sold
The branches squared.
Our pride dwindles
When our Africa is slowly auctioned
To forces of stealth
Ruiners of our democracy.
Our masters slowly gather the spilled milk
Stride by stride
Grinning at the auction table
Their eyes glued on the politician’s billboard:
AFRICA FOR SALE.
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NGT NGT | Year Posted 2013
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