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Asylum Seeker

 December 31, 2020

By  Troy Davison

United Africa

When I think of the acres of African colossal cocoa,
I get worried why among continents, we still kowtow.

When I think of African ubiquitous universities
then I question their production of degrees of young societal liabilities.

When I think of the vast uncultivated African lands,
I become ashamed of our leaders constantly stretching begging hands.

When I think of Africa and her bounteous bauxite,
I get lost why poverty continues to blindfold our sight.

When I think of the plethora of African degree holders
then I ask why we have been unable to find the developmental key holders?

I weep when I think of Africa and her countless needy
whose destinies have been thwarted by the political greedy.

When I think of my second nationality, Nigeria and her vast resources
I feel sad that her children continue to kneel under poverty crosses

When I think of mother Ghana, with her natural minerals
I feel sorry her children continue as poor withered petals


When I think of war-torn Libya will vast oil
am agonized by the human blood wetting her soil.


I moan when I think of our brothers in Togo who are suffering under power-drunk political logo 


but we shall never give up to her, cause she is our motherland and that's where we originated from, we are the ones to make it a better place.  

Troy Davison


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