And while every where they may be extinct,
Here in Africa, the Dinosaurs still live,
Their giant prints in our lives are still distinct,
And it seems these great beasts indeed are immortal.
Africa’s road to maturity are strictly guarded,
Painted in blood and littered with bones,
Shamelessly scavenged by neo-colonialist,
And constantly pelted with poverty, disease and stones.
In Zaire, Togo, Gabon they run a monarchy,
In South Rhodesia all are Billionaires, all are poor,
In Kenya, Somalia, Burundi it’s anarchy,
And to Libya the West firmly shut her door.
So come, let us sing nursery songs, about;
The flamboyance of the Bokasa-saurus,
The affluence of the Mobutu-saurus,
The longevity of the Mugabe-saurus,
The infamy of the Idi Amin-saurus,
The defiance of the Gaddaffi-saurus,
And the lavishness of the Bongo-saurus.
These giants terrorize our uncharted paths,
Their perceived foes are persecuted, prosecuted,
For their assets, please do the Maths,
The story of the Dinosaurs will go on forever.
But the Mesozoic age slowly comes to an end,
And they too like others will be but fossils,
Mounted in museums to gather dust,
They will be the subject of much scholastic studies,
But their ubiquity will end, the era of the Dinosaurs with it.
The African Dinosaurs is a thing of great power,
Sadly it is thing of a long lost past, and it too must go like all things.
*****September 24, 2009*****
(i wrote this long before the recent revolutions - prophetic)