Lazy youth everywhere
Some called thugs
Some called rascals
And others ballot thief
The smiles across
Their beautiful eyes
Is brighter than
Your professed promised Land
Their sweats odour
Appeals more to the earth
Than your vast infrastructure
Their uncanned wit
Is more valuable
Than your failing experience
The hope from their
Sunrise faces
Is far beyond
Africa’s victory of polio
And freedom
But Africa disowned them
With poverty
Jinxed them
With illiteracy
Framed them up
With unpatriotism
Striped them
Of their crown
With unemployment
Sold them
To mental slavery
Sentenced them
With godfatherism
Even burnt them alive
With illegal migration
And buried their ashes
With terrorism
If Africa still
Has lips of pumpkin leaf
They are whitewashed
Sepulchre filled
With bones of slayed hopes
By expensive political tickets
And endless tears
Of stolen citizenship.
