She is the blind bowl-bearing beggar
Sitting on a roadside mound of gold
Yawning all day, yawning all night
America arrives, cleaves a chunk of the gold,
Drops a coin and some affronts, and passes;
Asia arrives, cleaves a chunk of the gold,
Drops a coin and some contempt, and passes;
Australia arrives, cleaves a chunk of the gold,
Drops a coin and some chuckle, and passes;
Europe passes, cleaves a chunk of the gold,
Drops a coin and some insult, and retires;
Then hail her own one-eyed leader:
He clears the bowl of the dropped coins,
Blames her plight on her slothfulness, and passes,
Belching all the way as his beggar-land yawns.
From: https://www.montrealpoetryprize.com/poems/africa-today
Date: 2015
By: Joseph Ushie (19??- )
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