Western Aid Poem by Aziz Baako

Barbarous, monstrous, heartless
Is how the West refers to the Continent.
Black, dark and the third world
Is what we are referred to oh! Lord.

Wars funded by aids are still blazing
Fire on the streets. It is amazing
How the world’s Organization
Is matching just to watch
And the rest of the world
Watching in the eyes of the media
Men trained to see the evils
Sponsored by the devil
Oh! Lord.

They refer to us as deformed
Continent of abused men,
We are on our knees now oh! Lord
Praying YOU reform
Somalia and Liberia
It can't be called HOME.

We are on our knees
Observing people being
Killed in Ivory Coast,
The madness in Zimbabwe and
A racial war in the heart of Sudan.

Dear God organizations have created
Greed in Africa, It’s defamed
Us, scatter our rights in ruin sites,
Denied us our just…
Pronounced us failed men of crumpled
Economy.

Pastors and Politicians
Are breeding hunger with their dirty lust.
In first case to be worshiped
And in the next to be gods on earth,

The Sons of the Sun
Are so confused
At the Slave Master’s trick.
Rasta is still burning some herb
To keep the faith, hope and believe on.

Donor agencies have promised our
Arms loyal economy
Advance weapons to kill our selves.

We have always expected good trade
Not the treachery they call aid.
Oh Lord!
Pressure is still mounting on the minds
Of frustrated youth all over Africa
Searching for a reliable future.

The Western tricks don’t care
If we are Doctors or Architects,
They have one option for us; scrub America
Or mop London after building them.
Oh Lord!

Our graduates are
The burden bearers in the Western cities,
The situation in Africa is creating a new kind
Of slavery called Brain drain.

The remaining dropouts back home?
Drugs. And others are rebelling the system
Controlled from the outside.
When scarcity of food sets in,
Then BOOM!
Civil war creeps in
Then The Organs Aid rush in.



Despair of a Displaced Person series