THE CHOICE WE MADE

We stood at a crossroads With a choice that could define us To rise and prosper together Or to pursue wealth in isolation. We were handed guns But also tools— hoes and ploughs Intelligence, skills, and sustenance Rum, gum, and nicotine. Yet, we abandoned the plough for idle lands Traded intelligence for transient pleasures Found profit in selling our strongest And embraced the folly of shortsighted gains. Now, our fertile soils weep for the plough Our mines cry out for careful hands, not machines Our brilliant minds hunger for true nourishment Yet all we grasp is the meager bread of the day. RICH AFRICA, POOR AFRICANS