Sonnet to Africa Leaders

Not that I hate thy leaders, oh Africa, whose failed politics,
Breeds only self plaisir and masses woes,
With insane abstract demonstration of democracy,
In a still born torpid leadership style
Nor do I hate the smart ‘MEN’ of God
With their torpid perish-ioners who perish slowly, as
Politicians and Preachers grow on sinners’ blood and fear

Masses; obliviously enjoy the dreams of unmet needs
Clerics and Politicians consciously enjoy their malfeasance
Oblivious of the burning sun, Men of God live
Off collective collections of God children
Like politicians live off our collective collections.
I do not hate them but their ways and deeds?
The empty cacophony of their piety and governance I disdain.

Inaju
Sudan Aug. ’08.