Development
Hi, all This is a poem I wrote in 1999 about the issue of development in our country. It is a little nostalgic and anti-modernist. Yet, it is true that those who do not enjoy the fruits of development will always look back to the "days of old when all was free". It is not a protest of development in itself but a reminder that not all is ok. Something should be done for those left behind. Hope you enjoy it and get spurred to do something for the poor. 1. Development Once stately palms shielded these kids from the Harmattan’s hassling boo But a thing came called development and hacked away their soothing coo Once frolicking monkeys roamed these farms, our harvesting mothers to woo But a thing came called development and harried them away to a distant zoo Once peaceful days were ushered in by the enchanting cuckoo But development came with loud booming sticks and aimed away all that too Once, to be great, men wore a providential turaco’s quill But they now wear but imp