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MY POETRY HOME — trespassers welcome

dry tree Come Hither Written at Home (GRA), Ilorin — Nigeria.
(Saturday, November 4, 2000)
Come hither, come hither.
Come hither to Africa my Africa.
Come and see things that are funny
peculiar and things that are funny ha ha.
Come see great fools who always find
some greater fools to admire them;
come see my Africa full of many a Moses
who will never enter the promised land;
many a Moses who just prepare a
Grand World they will not ever see.

Your countries are quite advanced;
at least your folks begin to know
the results of elections
eighteen hours or less after the polls;
but come hither to my Africa of
greater advancement where my leaders
know the results of elections
several weeks before the polls.

Come hither to my Africa; come see
the living walk around as tatterdemalions
or bare skinned and stark naked,
while the dead are buried with
fine clothes plenty enough to
float flourishing boutiques.

Come, my friends from Europe and America!
Come see me hither in my Africa where
I am not really an iconoclastic reformer,
but the good African who accuses others
to excuse himself.

Yes, I am the good African who, when he dies,
will go to Europe and America.

© 2000, M-Auwal Gene III. All Rights Reserved
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"A fool always finds a greater fool to admire him."