“WHEN WELLS RUN DRY”
No door’s so wide that can’t be locked
No light’s so bright that can’t be blocked
No lightening flash without thunder bolt
No burst of smoke without fire so close
Where will we be when our wells run dry?
Nature’s kind is bound to cease
Flow of Wealth is sure to freeze
So when we pluck our garden seeds
Tis wise to think that harvests ease
Like Joseph did in Egypt’s days of need
That’s what should be in lands of care
The leaders think on what is fair
So guide their steps in strides of fear
On rainy days do keep in careful ware
What all would reap when seasons dare.
I look with awe as our futures wear
Our leaders gladly sign what they ought to tear
Like smoke in wind our wealth disappear
Educated fools indeed they are
Who read and write but can’t infer
With all their talks and smartly looks
Colourful CV’s and boastful title hooks
They’re moved around by foreign crooks
Who barely learnt to read their nursery books
But allowed to cart away our precious goods
Doesn’t State House know that wells dry out?
Hasn’t Gloucester Street heard of Sovereign Fund Account?
Isn’t George Street aware how called-in Bonds can wreck our heights?
And keep our Cake in stock on pouring nights?
That children unborn can have their share of bites
Tis not too late to build our Rome!
For our hills and swamps their yield to keep
Prepare for when Kono’s saggy breasts no longer feed
And Foreign Foes with joy their homes recede
But Common sense is all we need!
© 2013 Francis Ben Kaifala. All rights reserved. No unauthorized publication.