America should accept how hard it ****** Africa
It posed as a solution to African joblessness
During the days of bi-bolar politics on a global stage,
When communism was the ideological song of the day,
And capitalism a commercial chant of the night,
America came sly and wily for African top brains
It rapaciously came for the young and energetic,
It scooped them away without any ruth, on promise of candy
Of the famous American dream, or economic glory,
It Americanized their everything, brain and testicles,
They were made to work day and night in order to make it,
As American tax and bills policy is cunningly crafty,
It makes success a will-o-the-wisp to all the immigrants
At most the blacks who have nothing to sell
Other than their desperate black labour, extra-****** *****
Those who were lifted in the mid of 1900,
Are now desperate septuagenarians; economically forlorn,
They are now coming back to Africa like the tail of a snake
After being shaken out as labour leftovers
And being discarded as economic washouts
To solemnly come home to Africa
As zero-handed roosting eagles
Having wounded wings by the craft of the kite,
The white kite schooled in the Jewish games
Taught as poetry of property by Phillip son of Roth,
They are now a disillusioned lot and patiently wise,
Without a bulging tummy nor elbowy arms,
They are guilty and empty in the spirit
For having been duped to work for the enemy,
Against the self, out of softish folly,
They now learn African tongues with stupid discipline
Piecing back social pieces to create clan relations,
They wish to donate aid but they have no money,
They deeply wonder on how to de-Americanize the self,
In the holy pursuit of self re-Africanization.