Growth In a Very Slow Progress
You have fifty and four blessed territories circa
possessing lots of begging empty acres
but still a beautiful engine-less car
and a first timer in the game of economic poker
still lagging and carrying poverty’s marker
with less than half the needed players, ready for soccer.
Oh Rickets stricken Africa!
Why do your organs turn inwards to be each others mocker?
Grow up and stop remaining a little sucker,
take your life back from the mischievous undertaker
and put a permanent smile on the face of your maker.
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