into a dustbin
everything goes
from dust to papers
everything unwanted
finds solace therein.
its a small dump site
where the most unwanted
the dirtiest and unsightly
find home there.
into my Africa too
the wastes from abroad
whatever you conceive them to be
ceremoniously find home here
a panacea to our problems.
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