The wound was dirty and nasty
The affected wound a rag that was fluffy
Soon the rag became sooty
With an oozing pus that looked fatty.

The onlookers saw the misery
Among them arose seekers in midwifery
With the aim of delivering the baby
Without differing, things remained soapy.

They sent out the unwanted, wanted goodies
They send out supervisory, emisaries and lords
To mastermind the ressurection plan
But with minds that take the rare, enjoying the fun.

Now, they will talk of marshal plans
How nice to hear the talk and psalms
But before you cure the disease
Why not ask the diseased?

They know when and how the wounds began
They have seen all the salvation guns
And witnessed every shot in the name of help
Africa, if that is your story, it is not a flop.