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)