Economy is shrinking fast:
In Africa, once top,
Our days of dominance are past,
And we are not much cop.

The striking thing about the score
That has us in this mess,
Is workers wanting more and more,
Producing less and less.

The more they strike, the less we make;
You’d think such simple thought
Through their thick skulls, for heaven’s sake,
To filter, really ought.

The less produced, the less for pay,
And so half lose their jobs;
Paid more for less, rest go one way –
The idiotic slobs!

‘Let everything go national:
It is the people’s will!’
But is that really rational
If then it’s earning nil?

‘The mines are owned now by the state?
Well, let’s see how you fare,
Because for minerals, my mate,
I’m going to shop elsewhere.’

With B E E, one understands
Why things are going busted,
From jobs of skill now placed in hands
That cannot cut the mustard.

The voters in the populace
Then follow utter fools;
You’d think that no one in the place
Had ever been to schools.

At some things, though, we still excel –
Corruption, rape and crime –
Most lawlessness we do quite well,
And practise all the time.

© July 2011 Colonialist (Letterdash/WordPress)

About colonialist

Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.
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  1. adeeyoyo says:

    I wonder if the answer is to retrench the strikers by about one third, but keep the output the same and increase the pay of those remaining by the amount ‘saved’ through the retrenchments? Thus the strikers will get their increases through doing more work (as it should be).


  2. colonialist says:

    A thought which has by no means been unique, for quite a while.


  3. Cindy says:

    The future is looking increasingly bleak, Col, I’m starting to think of running away.


  4. Frustrating, Col. You say so much through rhyme.


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