Immoral Foundations Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Eyes feeding newspaper facts into the brain scaring
the feelings so much this Sunday is lost: a President
giggling like a hyena - while the country is burning -
enough to break the heart, the sky loses colour and
the trees turn grey, the state run aground by self-
serving innocents incapable of making decisions -
this is so sad - it seems useless to try any reforms

After a day spent in grey I realise the country is not
mine to control and save, no individual can do such
a thing, we can only visualise a glorious future for a
democracy in Africa where the concepts of human
rights and responsibility do not mean anything - &
freedom fighters without expertise gain power to
govern without wisdom - yet they are innocent

Following the example set by previous masters
who taught their suppressed subjects to ignore
the powerless, the governing factions exploit the
poor irrespective of race - the only concession to
democracy in Africa is that the poor shall forever
be poor, irrespective of race - while the wealthy
masters will never spend their stolen money on

Uplifting people - in Africa democracy means the
freedom to be exploited by sly criminals without
reference to race - while politicians exploit their
own countrymen, which makes it impossible to
develop infrastructure and good government -
building on the shaky and immoral foundations
left by their Western masters…