Africa Serengeti
You privileged tyrants inside this house of doom; you have consumed the forbidden fruit of greed. Suddenly, without recourse, this freight train of idiots has been set into motion with reckless abandon. Stars of modern relics flutter in our hindsight. Tales of unforeseen decay accompany this nation of sleepwalkers. Cops and robbers trapped inside this land of cowboys in search of new frontiers. Your inner cities stand as nothing but Remnants of a deceased dream.
Its inhabitants wait to sing their song of redemption but no song is sung. All you can here is “wash your window’? Or “spare a quarter”? How about “fuck you”, give me my identity back! You built this wasteland for me to dwell in. Do you find pleasure watching me panhandle the last of your grandfather’s money?
Remember one thing you nation of sleepwalkers, Africa was around long before Jefferson ever compromised my black queen. So don’t forget Rome or Hitler’s lost vision of grandeur. On a geological time scale your fifteen minutes are almost up but ours has yet to come.
Robert Gray Gallagher
Copyright 1991 Retrocollective Publishing Group. All Rights Reserved
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