PUZZLING
In the quiet corners of my minds, Where light and shadows embrace and curiosity twines, A riddle whispers, veiled in rhyme. Why does this Africa vs the West disparity persist still?
Africa, rich in soil and sun, Her veins pulse with wealth and resources of all sorts, Yet her currencies falter, weak and frail, While Western coffers shine, swell and sail.
The answer perhaps lies in historical grip, A tale of artfulness, power, greed, and ships, where colonialislism still echoes resounded, As so named aid flows one way, unbound.
The West, they say, extends a hand, But is it aid or subtle manipulations? To keep the scales forever tipped, Africa’s destiny tightly gripped.
How long, oh continent of pride and so blessed, Must you wait for fate and right tide ride? Will the West ever give in without a fight, Where you wake and natural selection deems it right?
Truly, something is amiss, a haunting refrain hangs in the air, As Africa’s riches bleed in vain, her citizens and nature both abused, And the world watches a puzzle unsolved, a truth refused.
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