A Free Car

Afrika's
Like a free car

Driven on tear gas, across road blocks
Torn apart by drivers with
Looting rights, not driving permits

Afrika
Really a free car
With tires, worn out but never tire

And its doors of opportunities
Are ajar, inviting investors or is it imposers!

The fore lights are dim yet bright
Clouded by morning mists, misrepresentations..

The rear lights are images of past regimes!
And absence of memory lanes

A free car is a registered motor mobile
Made in Afrika, by Afro-experts
With free scars

Aars, DK: May 4,2012

poem by John JaraMogi Oloya
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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