Idiots of the Continent
When America wants to cleanse its sins,
it turns to Africa —
the continent it calls disposable.
Criminal migrants for sale,
and you — the so-called leaders —
accept the trade like beggars at a banquet.
Why not Europe?
Why not Asia?
Why only you, Africa?
You wear suits,
but your minds are unclothed.
You bow to dollars
and call it diplomacy.
Ghana, Eswatini, Rwanda, South Sudan —
have you no shame left?
You exchange your soil
for silver soaked in mockery.
Your forefathers died for freedom,
you sell it for crumbs.
You mistake bribery for partnership.
You mistake humiliation for aid.
And yet — one man stood.
Burkina Faso’s son,
Ibrahim Traoré —
he said, “We are a place of dignity,
not a place of expulsion.”
That voice was thunder in a desert of fools.
The rest remained silent —
their silence, a confession.
Africa bleeds not from poverty,
but from poverty of mind.
As long as congenital idiots rule,
progress will wear chains.
And America,
the self-proclaimed savior,
is no longer a light —
but a mafia in daylight,
whose end will be written
in the sorrow of nations.
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