Africa who cursed you?
Why are you so endowed, but have so little to show for it?
While other nations are knocking on heaven's door,,
You keep knocking on the doors of IMF and World Bank
You say you are the cradle of civilization,
But civilization has left you behind; while you are staring at the break lights from afar
Other nations are having breakfast, lunch and dinner in space,
While you are waiting for food aid and food bank, with the vast fertile land at your disposal
You are blessed with endless rainfall, but your citizens are dying from draught
Your bushes are littered with highly potent herbs,
But your leaders have made medical tourism a do or die affair
Your leaders budget billion's yearly for education;
Yet their citizens learn underneath trees; while they and their loved ones have made foreign universities their playgrounds
Your backyard is littered with gold, diamond, oil and uncountable mineral resources, but your citizens are dying of hunger
Africa, my Africa, tell me: who cursed you?
Categories:
imf, africa, conflict, corruption, imagery,
Form: Free verse
Zafar when will you pay IMF loan?
What kind of Bhai are you DON??
Categories:
imf, books, business, celebrity, education,
Form: Rhyme
The internet providers grin
We are at home locked in
Their gadgets stuck in China
They think their disruption is minor
Security checks your temperature
Offering you a sanitizer adventure
China makes everything you need
Except your staple feed
World Bank and IMF help more, the political core
Offshore accounts to fatten more
We are ready for vaccine trials now
The stronger our fields to plow
Categories:
imf, 12th grade, africa, home,
Form: Rhyme
This is just a bit of fun. It's a parody on the NAZI song in the film cabaret. My version
is about the present banking crisis!
Here is the original version
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bs5bnVoZK4Q
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The ink on the money is barely warm
The bull down in Walls Street runs free
But gathered together to greet the storm
Tomorrow belongs to me
The branch of the bank is shifty and keen
To take your tax dollars for free
But somewhere the story awaits unseen
Tomorrow belongs to me
The babe in his cradle is closing his eyes
Ignorant of what’s coming you see
But soon says the whisper, arise, arise
Tomorrow belongs to me
Now IMF, IMF, show us the joke
Your children have waited to see
The morning will come
When the world is broke
Tomorrow belongs to me
Tomorrow belongs to me
Tomorrow belongs to me
Now IMF, IMF, show us the joke
Your children have waited to see
The morning will come
When the world is broke
Tomorrow belongs to me
Tomorrow belongs to me
Tomorrow belongs to me
Categories:
imf, parodyworld, children, morning,
Form: I do not know?